Requiem For A Memory: A Poem

Tonight I wield not a pen but a shovel the grain of wood etching into my palm the dirt gritty, clumped against the blade as I dig a shallow grave for the past. Tonight I carry not a pack on my back but skeletons macabre, grisly smiles dangling over my shoulder, my weightless burden, bones […]
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Published on May 28, 2014 06:00
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