Cut and Paste Poetry. A Macabre Project.

  1.  Lunch Hour Macabre Death.  Hold on.  Come back.Clutch at my young throatThis is a game we used to playBut I was so afraidCarve away the stoneHow do theyClimb the stairsBreak down the wallRetreat to the sparkling darkness holding handsUntil I faint Press close enoughAnd it is quiet.Kiss felt likeI was trapped in memoriesAgainst the […]