Monday, 12 September 2022



i curate the cures for hate ~ but there are none

they are as incurable as they are incorrigible

broken hearts are two a penny

and i haven’t any pennies

i have pinned their iridescent carapaces 

the thick skinned burrowers

many a sarcophagus entombs a wry smile

staring at the keyhole 

the dust ready to pounce

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