Joseph A. Pinto

barflypoet & author of dark fiction

something’s trailing and it’s always me… ‘sciamachy’  and will we be? and will we be? and will we be? and what will we be, aside the nothing we are. round and round slaughtering the sheep and perhaps i’d sleep had not blood steeped this bed. sliver of moon about the only thing cutting this head …

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