That ulcer
in his
consciousness
bleeding
to be heard
A canker
of a
muted past
abscessing
every word
Cold sores
of detention
that fade
but never
cure
A virus
of his
hopes and dreams
recurring
— untoward
(Septa R5 Train: May, 2024)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: May 5th, 2024 10:25
- Category: Unclassified
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