Tom

The Blade (A Poem)

I wonder to whom I owe this pleasure Of some distorted story line In some unholy scene of bloodless torture As if some common pretentious wannabe  Has reigned over me like a troubled god.   […]

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The Final Breath

He laid there, the immense pain in his chest beginning to numb under the realization that he was dying. Just moments before he was alive, enjoying the morning with his beloved, laughing about the memories they had created the night before. Now, he was sprawled out on the living room floor fighting for air, and wanting so desperately to talk.

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