A blank A4a black pencil in handwet beer glass standstall at the table matearphones whisper a…
Lost breeze squeezes throughthe blinds, softly penetratesslow murmurs creeping inlike…
i no longer know how to wake to sunlightbut to a heart threatening to detonateand i carry my body the entire daylike a bomb scare
it is everywhere
In the darkest corners In the deepest crevices Lurks the dark phantom.
spirit wanes at nightas repressed distress bustlesthrough defenseless souls
A threat to a whole new oldsituation /standing at the walllike it’s been badThey tried to…
