Category: meeting war stories
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challenge Poem #50
such a fucking mess, I try to crash –perhaps if I sleep no onewill notice. it’s not . . .fuck me I don’t know . . .maybe depression?or just … yeah, addictionfuckign duh but then, maybe life justfucked me too hardsans protectionand I’m infected with its antagonismand medicating myselfwith the only comfortsI’ve known to be…
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Her Name Escapes
no words of longing could express this nagof memory scratching at my skull likethree white mice trying to claw their way outand these bits of bone floating in my brainpickled in thirty years’ wine and whiskeyall swirling like snow in a globe of somecity to which I’ve never been but in youthearnestly desired to visit…
Fringemonkey Scribbles 