This is the poem that lurks
in the dreariest parts of your cranium,
that leeches on bones
because you haven't found a way to withdraw from your fears,
because your fears are not easily forgotten.
And when their knife of words stabs you in the chest
you will not hesitate to transfer pain--mental to physical,
this is the poem that strangles
up your lover's arm, coiling around your neck,
like the snake that once destroyed God's paradise.
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Lotuslands All Die (A Collection)
Short StoryJust as the title says, this booklet is a collection of poems and short stories I have written and wish to publish to my devoted followers. Please comment or let me know how you felt about any of my works--it is greatly appreciated!
