my lungs are the curtain remnants of a desperately drunk fraternity toga party, in a $25 motel
my throat is the carpet
Khashayar “Kess” Mohammadi, The Book of Interruptions
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I can no longer afford humour
a spear knocks at my caged heart and the rattles awaken a primal fear.
a marble floor, a marble bust, all the negat...
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