Thursday, November 19, 2020

Previously Published in Crisis Chronicles . . .

The Psychological Entanglements of Two Warped Souls

Spin whispers around
my mind.
Blink.
Twist.
It-me in
blind gossamers of
misdirected belief.
Deny.
My eyes
their glimmer
and knowledge.
Turn
them all [over].
Paint
them black.  Black.  (K)not
the into a fine blanket.
Unfinished.
I will fall through
my own holes.
Strained
[and] understanding will form
from my form
                       er resurrection.
Go. Glow. Grow
wind.
From the shapely shadows
of our segregated kiss.




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