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I love your short poems; there's no let up to those brutal images...the first and last lines of this one are just brilliant. I can tell you're working up towards some massively dark stuff with this sort of thing.

oh i hope I can get darker.. there's always something worse out there.. or in my mind.. Ive experienced enough shit.. i will conjure the worst or the worst.. i escalate my anti.. keep reading.. I'll keep fucking up my characters in the worse ways possible ;)

I'm so glad you kept the line about the sculpture from your first draft; I fucking love that metaphor, and the way you play with the idea of becoming, through suicide, a work of art.

yeah i guess besides romanticizing about suicide and death I also make it into art in my mind, on the screen, and perhaps one day in my shower stale ;)

this one took my breath away and then i started crying.. this is a beautiful picture of an escape

wow it made you cry?? i was at a poetry reading once and the poet was a student of one of the famous beatnik poets from the 50s (i forget which one) but he told her and the class if you can make someone cry with your poetry.. then you're a good poet.. and I think this is try with any emotion evocated from just written word.. glad you liked it that much.. thank you!