Rancid. A poem.

All my rancid surprise, broken and doubtful, flayed thoughts drifting behind sullen and tired eyes. So many unspoken wishes given lonesome flight from these effluent cliffs of anger and despair; all the improbable, impossible angst, the seething pain that my aimless tossing and turning will allow. I linger on the edge. my toes sense theContinue reading “Rancid. A poem.”