Broken Mirror
stress takes forms of mischievous hecklers lining streets; conveyors. in adumbrations of thought; I stagger, somehow failing to recognise you, staring back at me; fragments of soliloquies
stress takes forms of mischievous hecklers lining streets; conveyors. in adumbrations of thought; I stagger, somehow failing to recognise you, staring back at me; fragments of soliloquies
Cataleptically speaking a blank tv screen. i vilify the remote control. hope’s pinions sit in the ash tray after failed attempts to attach her to my prayers. – be like […]