NEEDLEWRITER

Peek through the eye of a needle


POEM “Riped again”

Again, she then he too

Riped the guts out of themselves

For ever having themselves

Encountering them, again

After founding out

“What is?”

And the truth was…

Reallity!

And we, we really did

Found in our gut

Our true demonic and angelic

Horde, there…on that ward!



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