what is it
so sore to the touch
purpleness
unthinkable
to show
to see
to ask for absolution
something unaired
not healed by time
and so one goes about a life
with cultivated shallowness
a sham in fear
of a plumbing of the depths
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 
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