Asylum
Asylum
My pen drags across the paper, leaves a trail of blood black enough to birth the spider
which wrenches free, crawlsup a lock of my hair,leg by leg by leg
until its eight-spiked heartburrows into my brain,where it sits, staring, silent.
Pale sparrows trickle from my eyes,drip onto the page,spread a puddle of... Read more
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