Closed Mic Night

A New Character Named Ned

See...my mind is a magnet,
Two seconds into a sultry indulgence and I instantly recognise something looking peculiar.

With a huge thud!
It echoes...
And my heart is scorched down.
Ashtray...

It has sunken deep to the bones and skulls of brave soldiers in a bottomless ocean pit.

My mind is an eulogy.

As thorns and blades are forced at me, the inability of seeing goodness prevail remains evervescent .
I'm incapable... especially after having witnessed my happiest self being brought to her pits with her knees buckling.

It's a pill approved thought.

Again!!!
It's happening again!
I'm writing a poem and John and Gina are overlooking...