st. dzerzhinsky or the peculiar methods of falling asleep

taking too long. way, waaay too long.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

consciousness speaks in tongues

i  haven't visited my mothers grave
for years.
don't know how many.
don't know if i would find it anymore.

for the guilt that sits on my 
memories
is not with the 
bones
&
decomposing veneer. 

Posted by St.dzerzhinsky at 7:31 AM

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