my memory fills my
nostrils with a sluggish ink

will i ever exhale
this agonizing insanity?

no one to console
no one cares

not in this world of
ones and zeros

here i lie
Ophelia amongst the tendrils

grasping in stiff cold fingers
her bouquet of

ROSEMARY and RUE**



SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/10/2017