Tracing diamonds

Sharp edges as glass cracks and eyes looking back through the prisms of jigsaw shards where clowns laugh through the madness of tormented lips Lulu sips her champagne she’s seen it all and it’s all the same broken and reset only to get broken but now she’s smoking’ crystal cuts through paper trails and sails…

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More from the dumpster

Pain flickers like a candle flame licking at old wounds and opening closed doors it fails in the end to move me and I stay rooted to the spot. Got to keep what I’ve got even the pain. If you see the sun why not tell it to come or am I waiting here in…

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Parlour play

You’d know if it was Cluedo by the body in the library, it’s good he knew the difference between real life and a game all the same the body was dead and rigor had set in, which gave the time of death at a breath after five. Miss Marple had she not been fictional would have…

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Faith

    She has the contours that allure me, handcuffs to secure me   I think I’ll be safe…

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