poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends


your heart
is made
from the shoe leather
of your drunken mother

your soul
is the ash tray
in which your father
crushed cigarettes to their death

your face is blackness
void of human characteristic

your words sharpened blades
hurled at the apple
placed perpetually
upon the heads of those
who must endure you

time and sunlight
will cure the earth
of your plague

all without the help
of a god in heaven

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