Mom — I Know You’re Dead …
Rite of Visitation
Mom — I know you’re dead …
But in the dark … by my bed …
I see … you stand there …
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Marcellus Grey
I write fiction and poetry that explore longing, emotional depth, and quiet transformation. I’m drawn to light beers, red wine, board games, and slow evenings in Westminster.
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