in a house with charred attic door-ripped-off-hinge segues into the next<\/p>\n\n\n\n
endings were smoked past their filter sucked down throat into stomach<\/p>\n\n\n\n
faster than any person could escape i was ruddered dead center between<\/p>\n\n\n\n
alexithymia and grief the all-breath-pulled-in-fully-expanded mourning<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of february march april i kneeled to kiss claw foot chair while idling to<\/p>\n\n\n\n
paint my starry night on slanted ceiling smearing deep blue acrylic with<\/p>\n\n\n\n
marred wood grain against intuition i am one thousand miles away from<\/p>\n\n\n\n
myself and as shriveling candle wicks mark minutes left behind i realize<\/p>\n\n\n\n
not even the bloated moon will care enough to drag me away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
by Lars Avis in a house with charred attic door-ripped-off-hinge segues into the next endings were smoked past their filter sucked down throat into stomach faster than any person could escape i was ruddered dead center between alexithymia and grief the all-breath-pulled-in-fully-expanded mourning of february march april i kneeled to kiss claw foot chair while… <\/p>\n