Thursday, July 2, 2015

confession [2011]

your catatonic 
colors collapsed     as
a skeletal frame 
into     an unforgiving 

relationship with the grey 
warehouse floor

and no one recognized     it 
for what it was 
as     you died alive in
speckled chiaroscuro 

many 
months 
later

during the celebrated seance
you whispered

"I'm in so much trouble"

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