FRANKENSTEIN'S APPRENTICEA Poem by TeeyaThe process of revisionLives created between blue spaces... copulation of mind and pen now crumpled inside a wooden coffin, once their birthplace, to be discarded into a graveyard of lost notions Red lines strike through black lines executing their existence, or maybe just killing them briefly so they might simply be born again; ah, yes, born again I sift through graves to revive bodies I deem fit as to give them life once more and allow them to live among pages of immortality © 2015 TeeyaReviews
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Added on July 13, 2015Last Updated on July 13, 2015 |