Spell The Sound Without Thought – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

Quell the outbreak,

stop the rot from within,

the sisterhood of sadness,

a lying eclectic whore,

simple but silent,

the darkness bleeds down from the floor,

winter is no remorse,

a scorn lost in translation,

pleasantries turn into swords,

blood seeps,

water wets,

time breaks the bond of life and man,

we trudge,

when we should sit,




a pleasure of curses,

a curse of words,

let me be,

see the window,

see the sea,

pillow fights laced with LSD!

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