CLENCHED OPEN
"At the mouth of grinning madness,
peering through teeth clenched in sadness.
Much too close to see those eyes.
Burning bright-- a truth disguised."
"Not to be struck by lightning twice,
but thrice for he who battles vice.
Such morose and bleeding cries,
still echo from that place.... inside."
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Yeti Noone
poet, mystic. Wrote it but somehow... missed it. Dark prose is somewhat of an artform of mine. Each portrait is akin to a dark meditation on the human condition/consciousness or lack thereof.
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