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 AuthorT.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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