‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
Ides of March
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‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
J9 can’t sleep since
her mother died stays up and
writes heartache in tears.
Midnight ghosthunting
at a tragic landmark seems
like a cool idea
Longing to hug them,
I wait ’til they flutter near
like moths to my flame.
Bright lipstick fools them
into thinking I’m well. No
“How do you feel?”
After the illness
taste dulls on the tongue, food just
fuel to run this husk.
Dressing room mirror
replaced by funhouse looking
glass. Not me in there.
Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.
He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.