Flashing blackness
Closing in
A vignette
On my periphery
Even farther
Then I can normally see
Encroaching daily
On my abilities
Stopping my advancement
Causing sluggish
Inflexibility
No's and I can'ts
All that I speak
Focusing impossible
Completion a dream
Dreams evaporated
In the heat of the firing squad
As I cried for them
In the dust
By the guard stand
Squalid and dirty
Like a baby eating
A Popsicle
From the sand
Mother barking and flailing
I stare blankly
Ingesting filth
Unflinchingly
Gazing on at her performance
It is exactly on brand
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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Wonderfully written <3
nice
This one’s wild and intense! The way it captures that feeling of being stuck and overwhelmed? Perfectly done.✨
Great
Fascinating poem and well written, good luck