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The gremlins in my spine are pulling panels

The vertebral shelves
veiled in dried gutcord
easy dens for small and fearsome creatures

The gremlins in my spine are wrenching bolts

A knot of evil rolls in up the back
sticky-watered in half wet rattles

The gremlins in my spine are tearing wires

Sun bleach my bones and tilt my jaw and stare and document each shallow pit and spider canyon all the splinter and decay

I’ll split into a grin

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Death, The Life Story

Tracing a life through stories of death. Sometimes funny, sometimes not.


"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."- Jonathan Safran Foer. || student, loves travelling and perhaps baking a cake.||

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the literary asylum

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Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time

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The door leading to blaring madness.

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Beautiful photos of hiking and other outdoor adventures.