Hark!
I spill my blood on the page
to make the wounds worth it,
a reliquary to all I am worth.
I do not sing of a hero
nor a villain
But of Nobody
/I exist/
My bell grows dull and overung, but I must sing
until you remember my name.
/I exist/
All I have are bitter words that are sour to the ears but
In these words,
I exist!
I exist!
I exist!
Excerpt from upcoming chapbook, CRY BABY (2025)
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