A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth Life As Autopsy Your scalpel slides across my chest Opening -a conversation of matter and antimatter Inside I am, brimming with reasons to live, a pulse, gallons of blood and A head full of terrible ideas Glistening like new wine in old wineskins, I flow- aContinue reading “Weird Dreams 23 “Life As Autopsy””
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