![]() Under InvestigationA Poem by T.a WallingRiddled with textual murder- The Halls, their walls- Whispers ooze from the limbo. The brutal secrets in which to conspire with. She gave birth to the night- Its twin sat in breathless limbo. Never fully developed. Waiting for the moment that it could emerge. In comes the grotesque beauty- Lurking up from the ashes of Academia. Borrowing thoughts, eating them whole Out spews the twin in all its glory. © 2012 T.a Walling |
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Added on June 4, 2012 Last Updated on June 4, 2012 Author![]() T.a WallingCanadaAboutI am working on my Masters of English, and will be done in September. My project is trauma theory projection in William Faulkners The Sound and the Fury. I adore Emily Dickinson (hence the dashes), bu.. more..Writing
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