The Beast

Traumatic Visions of a False Reality

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The dragons feast leaves blood sprawled through the streets.
The wrong kind of nourishment growing seeds so uncommon.

Roots of terrorized semblance,
But those beast don’t
Live here anymore.

But it’s in your roots,
So never can you just
Avoid that, remove that.

Call it instinct now,
Maybe genetic makeup.

Forever will I live in fear and anxiety
of the beast.
The beast who does not live here anymore.

The Delphic Memior

Originally finding success with slam poetry, Memoir now has expanded into short stories, fiction, and non-fiction. Building off his experiences with depression and anxiety Memoir looks to share and heal.

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