Through a muddy split window, the wild winds whip.
The dark of day descends,
as checkered quilts wave goodbye, off to new realms.
And I, fresh from a steamy shower,
empty the vacuumed dirt of a hundred days,
absorbing a dark disease.
Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
AreMyFeetOffTheGround 
Pondering dark diseases, of which there are too many….your posts make me think, thank you! This one is very deep.
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