A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth. Bleached Bones Agoraphobia Keep a calm mind Even when the walls of your house begin to melt into spiders I’m feeling your acid rain, on my bare skin Bleaching the nerves white, blank, ghostly Till the sins of childhood are wrung out like a bloody ragContinue reading “WD 117 “Bleached Bones””
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