Poetry before bedtime

I just had a thought. A picture in my mind. I quite liked it. Pretty images painted by the shadows that dance along my wall…..

Bodies. J R Manawa.

“I leave a trail of bodies behind me,

pieces on the cutting room floor.

I leave a trail of bodies behind me,

it was always that way, never, anything, more.” 23:13 June 11, 2016


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