when silence becomes an attachment
a long root protruding from the esophagus we must say something stand before tyrant crowds who shout for the apocalypse who jeer you down a forbidden stairwell full of obsolete doubt watch you tumble down each turn each 180 corner […]
when silence becomes an attachment
By Caitlan Mitchell
a long root protruding from the esophagus we must say something stand before tyrant crowds who shout for the apocalypse who jeer you down a forbidden stairwell full of obsolete doubt watch you tumble down each turn each 180 corner […]
from the vacant stillness
from the vacant stillness of late august in maryland i’ve been long ago far away follied down a well after false premonitions of foggy discontent hollowed & beaten brown as mulch on