Posted in Photography, Poetry

From then… until now.


to understand these voices

walls inside
keep spores
from spawning

outside decaying
rotting…
yawning, i shroom

days on end
holding myself
together
not touching the walls
surrounding

an interior
ready to crumble
i fall
crawl to the screen
make my way through

relentlessly
waiting for the end
my friend

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