He Who Cursed Me
He who cursed me does not get a seat at the dinner table, As I emerge from the hearse, twelve gravely months later.
The Archivist
I’ve escaped dozens of nooses, even mine, but yours was the only one that called me alarmist.
My Wake, circa October 2024
Resurrections only haunt those who refuse to leave.
A Misprinted Poem (The Author Got The Story Wrong)
When did you know you’ve lost my pen entirely?
His Twists And Turns
A great worm twists within me, trying to push forward. If he wasn’t this ugly, I would’ve given him the foreword.
Two White Pages
While I sit here, rereading the pages of last year, Repeating lines I wish I didn’t have to hear,
The Great Freeze-Out
A chunk of my heel has been missing for a while now, And I bleed in the snow like a doomed ingénue
Reading The Court Transcript: Manipulation
Oh, but I know what happened. Yes, I know that happened. It happened.
Hear My Words
Your love haunts me like a dusty piano playing hymns in an abandoned manor.
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