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Mind of phosphorous
It burns, even
In the absence of air,
Burns in water,
Burns in blood.
These eyes are burning.
Their fire..
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She has made the long journey
From nightmare
To the waking world.
Her piercing blue
Dead eyes
Bore further into meWith each footfall.
..
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The death-voice
Whispers,
Delicate, graceful susurrations
In the corners of consciousness,
Are never far away.
They promise the s..
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Pale death-thoughts,
Having arisen from
The oily depths,
Bob grotesquely on the surface.
Their bloated faces split
By vacuous decayin..
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Deep Blue Sky
The summer sun shimmered in the
cornflower blue sky like a demented eye, prompting Tom to squint and search for
a seat in the..
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Hera,
In what dark chambers of thought
Did your jealous rage
Hatch the plan
To send smooth undulating death-dealers,
Tongues flick..
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Narcissus, by the clear pool,
pined for love,
tormented by the
beautiful,
unattainable image
reflected in its cool waters.
..
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Does she ever think of me, I wonder?
And if she does,
does she smile,
or turn
her face
away?2 Feb 16
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This evening
the sky is violet.
An insect chorus sings
to summer’s heat,
ebbing now, as
the drowsy sun’s eye
drops past ..
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Ancient One,
breath cut short
by leather noose.
Your prone form carefully placed
into a peat bog
to be compressed,
preserved,..
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