I Question My Sedation – Twisted Prose

wash my floorboards, cleanse the sea, imply an illusion, frolicking free, a moments grace is given, misogynistic fertility, awoken in the early hours, awoken by me, my self sedated, my misery, happenstance, confined to a confidence that slips from depths not known, a subtle whiff of corrosion, corrupting focuses not met, petri dishes overflowing, man’s …