With bottomless falseness,
he told me of his lapse
The imagery was
hypnotized by his experience
Yielding hatred nailed his flower to the wall
his weapon was most certainly culture
And at the end of that span,
murder went everywhere he asked it to
and succumb to things that knew it
for better,
and worse
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Slow Burn: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis collection examines things like slow descents, passion and things that fizzle out quickly.