The Reach

not so pale or ripped apart

Crawling down the walls of this hotel

Sticky to taste, diaphanous face

Be awful to me, be a whore

With your bloodshot eyes upturned


From where I see

It has to end somewhere

As far as I can be

I’m afraid to go without

The worst part of it all


Is the reach



5 thoughts on “The Reach

      1. Oh, I’ll keep roaring haha. That’s for sure. I’ve never been shy at sharing my stuff. I’ll be around posting on a near-regular basis; I promise. 🙂 I just wanted to get all of my waves on here for when I started submitting for publication–eventually.

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