"bodies in beds"
little, cobalt animals creep across the
rafters watching our restless souls dance
and clamor across the stage. they wait
for us to reveal private moments of suffering as
we sit in oak rocking chairs nurturing the
dichotomy of suffering. between the walls
our demons play cellartunes the way they’ve
played for years. this time i meet them
with open arms.
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