Daily Entries – Page 28

washing. scrubbing. scratching.

Like blood Like water.

God, clouds, and weather

Icarus gouged his eyes out when he flew

Allen wakes with the feeling of dread on his tongue. …The clock is ticking.

Somewhere down the block is the rift to another world.

never eat soggy waffles. or more like never soggy waffles eat

…I start this poem with a drawl.

“…where are we going?”

continuation of “heartstrings”

a murder scene.