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Seán Mac Falls Oct 2014
I stack the round stones
From the river, my sculpture grows—
Crow will knock it down.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
Face of the fallen  .  .  .
Morning after our parting,
  .  .  .  Full moon in daylight.
Kari Aug 2014
Screws jammed the lock
In my throat, twisting
Clockwise, choking
Tighter which each revolution.
Throbbing steady like
Hands in a clock crying
On the hour for time
Spiraling from its
Golden hands towards
Dimensions unperceived and
Already retrospect.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
To see with black eyes,
Little angels fall from sky,
Always on dark wings.
MC Hammered Dec 2013
I am the
fleeting darkness
after the lights flicker off.
Shrouding shadows.

I am the
ever present
feeling of hidden eyes.
Secretly staring.

I am the
ominous, cold jolt
branching up shaking spines.
Striking silently.

— The End —