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Festering loosely,
his mask— one scare.
Like dirty snow,
Cotton says,
Who dares?
A night for the young
at the top of the stairs,
go and take a good/bad bath,
I'm I'm wear!
Ready?
I'm a wear
wolving loose strings...
Practices, practices
for Halloween.
Ooo ooo oo ah ah ah
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.



Comments (1)
I really admire how you use fragmented phrasing and repetition (“I’m a wear / wolving loose strings”) to evoke tension and transformation. It feels like identity unraveling into something wild.