Eww, leaking poetry into the dirt. I can see embalming fluid being the ink. I cringed a couple of times. That’s good.

I love how you kept the flow in rhythm and words…this is no easy task…you are a master artist and I understand it take a lot from you ❤️

“my soul works quiet
rummagin thru my busted frame
pulls a sentence from my throat
a broken note from a cut in my wrist”

Powerfully penned, 253. Excellent write my friend. The lines highlighted above are fucking killer. Appreciate you.

Damian

much appreciated. soul does lota pickin up of pieces

Powerfully penned, 253. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Long hard breath I let out reading this. Intense and sad.

This feels like you wrote it from a cage.
Like feeling trapped and the only way to get some freedom from it was to write.
Writing for some is for pleasure, for others it is a must.
Intense write!✍️

Powerfully penned, 253. This has got layers my friend, Excellent write. Appreciate you.

Damian

guess it doesn’t. thanks

I crave silence, like I crave chocolate.
Then it was ruined by the alarm.

Short and holds a lot of meaning

Powerfully penned, twofiftythree. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

this is fucking awesome.

This is nice gore, and it’s sweet that you added the candy corn. Will never look at it the same way again.

was meant to have bit of gore in surface. underneath is bout the kinda love that consumes and leaves nothin untouched. lettin someone in all way in and bein able to hand them…all the messy parts. and them just take it…happy to have it. and yeah…the vulnerability in it all. so both. based on fia suggestin write halloween poem but had to have candy corn in it.

really appreciate that.

Powerfully penned, twofiftythree. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian