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Zone of Non-being

Darryl Walker Jr

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When My Heart Stops

When My Heart Stops funeral attendance won't exceed six. The pastor will just drag my pine-box to the cold and shallow ditch. I'll probably be buried with no socks in a tacky suit that barely fits. My father will keep... Continue Reading →

Words of an Imprisoned Tear

When comes the manumission  of an imprisoned tear?  Struggling to stay in position  since the world created fear.  We would rather be imprisoned  or receive the electric chair  than bare a distorted vision  in the glasses people wear. Making a... Continue Reading →

My Love Would Heal Her

She said my words hold her too tight on cold nights, preventing her little toes from freezing, and taking away a reason for her to run away into the apathetic blizzard. She sleeps with her boots on, isolating herself on... Continue Reading →

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