Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

MOLD I saw you there; in the half-light of candle you seemed a flickering wraith but the pruned expression with which you regarded me only served to extinguish me further. I wished to reach out, to reshape the face I once recognized but clay only hardens if left to serve testament to air. © Copyright …

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HEARD Silence; a river running through my head; train cries in the distance its solace muffled much the way I am unable to find my tongue. Fog clouding the window—it’s unbearable but the droplets streaking the glass expose highways, crossroads the likes of which I’ll never have the nerve to explore. Still in my head …

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I‘m fuzzy at the edges while you scrape sharp lines at each of my corners. I try to protect myself but still you find a way around my childproof barriers. A chord is struck each time your mouth twists and I feel toddler small— spanked in self-serving lessons of obedience, cheeks reddened; chest heaving with …

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