and there it is
puffy with pain
liquid with shock
orange with fear
dangling
flashing
dangling but still blinking
blinker blinker blinker
exposing in flashes
little linguistadors
filing away
rubbing
glossing
smoothing
conspiralling
seeking
underskin
surging now
dismembering
hammering
and here the dangling
still
the orange star
dripping upwards
blinker
blinker
blinker
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
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JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
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As always a most creative write and visual.
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