thrusting bare arms
into broken glass
no one needs read
these words writ
when they can be
given flow in show
and paint the floor
a crimson red
blotter
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thrusting bare arms
into broken glass
no one needs read
these words writ
when they can be
given flow in show
and paint the floor
a crimson red
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2 responses to “blotter”
Courageous writing! I love this, Michael.
Thank you very much, Raven. Perhaps a little more on the visceral side, but that is me too.