security coffinA Poem by Everett Dulin
digging, and digging
and digging. as the bell sings, melancholic tidings. soil encrusting my hands, my eyes. was i always this blind? im sure i saw the light. among the bones and the mud a semblance of something, anything. your shallow breath. digging, and digging. instinctually, primitively. the ringing's gone, yet i remain. © 2024 Everett DulinAuthor's Note
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Added on September 8, 2024 Last Updated on September 14, 2024 Author
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