by Peter16 | Jul 4, 2020 | morphrog21, poems
Escape Your birth will be a catastrophic ripeningThe price to belong to yourself will be theAntiques handed down to you-The lullabies of late night callsAnd all the excuses you made in order not to risk it. The counterfeit papers for your escape stuffed in your...
by Peter16 | Jan 7, 2019 | morphrog18, poems
Closed. A Gift. A cut. Buried in the depth of you. Just enough to leave you in ruin But not so the eye can see. A fissure the exact shape and size As fire To rip through more than a canyon Of your furtive self. Like an imaginary friend The implicate re-writes Itself...
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