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Thursday, May 21, 2015

A Disfigured Persona with Vivid Streams

a certain age once lived before
where ignorance fuels
what was left behind
travelling ridden paths
where love is forbidden
feeding into silences to
ensure the sun’s cause of being
do you sense my repression?
oh trumpet watchman!
sound waves of truth!
drown paranoia’s weakness into
eternal’s crescendo
dry scarred souls
rotate ripples of blood through
a dark crevice past
capability inherited

lost or forgotten

First appeared in Bewildering Stories, Issue 657 (

©Andrea Laws (Author) May 29th, 2015