Bygones Burn
Grin and bear it, grin and bear it then into a mirror I stop and stare at it And wonder if the face I see bears my resemblance candidly I study long the one stood there eyes stinging red the more I stare But nothing ‘cept a guise to see Show me the truth, I beg, I plead Show me…
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No Airbag, We Die Like Men
Something like a needle scraping the flesh that coats the inside of my skull. Etching, scratching, attempting to free itself from the confines. If I knew the way out I would tell it how, but I’ve been looking for that answer myself. Somewhere along the way I misplaced the directions, or perhaps they were never…
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Her Candid Altar 
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