Writer of short fiction, poetry, and weird stuff. Novel in progress.
Suspended in the lungs of a moment that refuses to exhale— that’s the suffocation. We beat our bloodied hands against this cage of bone;
By Joshua L. Jorgensen5 years ago in Poets
Treat me like a genie because you know I'll grant your wish... I am just a slave inhabiting this lamp you rub against. You say you'll grant me freedom,
