He sits alone in a cell
Knowing well enough
The walls rough around him
What confounds ain’t profound
Sound jumps off walls
No leap, no peep
So why all these voices?
Girlfriend stares down
Tall, dark brown
Eyes to drown in
Mounds on her chest?
Breasts! Yes
Bare to caress
Until she leaves him
Until they leave him
A tree falls in the forest
While no one is around
He felt it
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Julian Mitchell
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Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in BookClub
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well-done