My poem "Larva" has been accepted by inkscrawl. This is the one I wrote on realizing I could no longer recognize some people I had once cared for very much. The title is in the Roman sense: a ghost, a death-mask. Guest appearance by Ashmedai, who is still important to me.
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- 1: You don't have to fly into the sun
- 2: And deregulate the couple at the bottom end
- 3: I had no inkling of just how far the plates of our continents would crack
- 4: And we're on the right side of the ground where they bury the bones
- 5: I'm not related to anyone
- 6: You are a case of the vapours
- 7: Now I feel like Kafka with a bad migraine
- 8: For when the heart's a sinking stone
- 9: Fierce as the Baltic sea
- 10: All the trees carve shards of light
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