sweet ego death
left a carcass upon my linoleum floor
in sweltered dreams came a knocking
at the hollow hand of god
receding lines
on my now tanned wrists
completing ideas of fallacy
rapping at the door
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
