I am hatred incarnate. Blood-soaked sins of my past Plaster red this acrylic painting Of vivacious colors matching What I saw in those vibrant eyes. No scent, No glimpse, No memory Can every deliquesce from my perception. This, like the paraplegic's legs Or the seeress's vision of war, Is my unholy curse, wrought by imprudence:... Continue Reading →


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