the schools were all busy like the prisons and the hospitals- we weren't ill but, rather, made patrons,
and as patrons, we were made ill -
as full as the leather bags
below
mummy's eyes.
crucified en masse -
as though in mass
the reverend Beelezebub marks her third sermon
in some fusty hallway
a hundred years ago.
D.B.B
Darren, is this yours? It's beautifully chilling.
ReplyDeletei wrote it, but i didn't slave over it or anything - free association that only just makes sense.
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