by O Collopy The sweat drips down the coldRock face of my skin, collectingIn a pool at my feet as I scrawlBut then I look down as I thinkThat my shoes begin to overflowBut there I see three inches thickOf deep slimy liquid flooding andFilling the room, a fluffy carpetFloating at my ankles. This isNo […]
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by O Collopy I always think it’s getting betterBut then something triggers a memory:A phrase or photo in my mind,Then the shockwaves retaliate. Months of progress gone to waste,Or just trying to move on in haste?Is this how I’m supposed to heal?If only I could hear how you feel! My deepest desires long for beforeTruly […]
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The Poor Print 