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 May 2015 E
Devin Tinnin
You think I've never seen the hallow?
Where darkness moves himself around
It's in the center of the trees
Where I saw you standing last night
With only a moments hesitation
I moved to the left and sat down
The tree bows for a perfect seat
A sort of throne, you could say
Where I sat and watched you for an hour

You never really moved
Not on your own

It's just over the hill
The wind only stirs the leaves
And your fingers
Your toes rooted deep
No need for fear
The dirt will hold you here.
 May 2015 E
Megan Grace
blind pilot
 May 2015 E
Megan Grace
i have been trying to
lose you in his hands
but i think i am finding
myself there instead i
think i am finding
myself there instead
 May 2015 E
Jerusalem Cricket
I seen beneath my eyelids
I was a black silhouette
of an entity outlined in
platinum aura eclipse
and the visions fell
far & fell hard
from a teardrop chandelier
hanging from the ceiling
in my skull &
shattered
the crude
jewel encrusted
crescent floor

then thunder roared
in the distance &
erupted the crown,
unleashing a copious
explosion of white
gold light
& my skeleton
sheds the snakeskin
& escapes
thru the hole in my head;

just crawls right out,

bubbles up & becomes
a pink heart shaped balloon
& it floats

up. out. away.

creeps thru one of
the holes in the ozone,
straight into the sun
& burns up.

star burst.

&  that's soul.
Introspection.
 May 2015 E
athene
hiking
 May 2015 E
athene
escape the deluge of grays
supposed hallowed streets
pavement, machines
splashing of rain being choked
out by tires squealing
no meaning here
just a spare soul outside
find it by rejecting
everything lit by a screen
 May 2015 E
Austin Heath
"Rabbit."
 May 2015 E
Austin Heath
Run rabbit,
they say you live a second time,
wrote a bedtime story that was
pornographic in nature/features.

Heavens on earth, and earth is in hell.

They say they're gonna teach you
They say they're gonna learn it to you
Love me like a child and I'll
betray you like a father.

Prodigal son come back from
a land made holy by tongue-worship.
He said, "Now is the time we set aside
our petty bloodshed
and keep quiet where justice
fears to reveal itself."
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