i lay in macabre
as syllables wrapped in ribbons descend
from the dens of sanctimony
and fade away
bending testimony
i dwell in the graveyards of hell
my sustenance contracted
ordinary experience that compliments the suddenness of excruciating pain
that makes you question
am i sain
can i get back custody of my own being once again
-E.B.
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DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
