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That Swine Who Jammed The Rusty Gate

The gargoyles protect my silver crest-

the one that is tucked in a trinket box.

They whisper.


The piercing voices sew my mind.

And then they notice.


It was the bleeding that gave it away.

The bleeding of thoughts that seeped through the faulty key-hole.

And when it accumulated and poured,

like a stream of screams,

they stopped taunting.


Their attempt of mopping the clots off the page was more like

stabbing ink and scribbling words.



Filed under Things that are going on inside my head right now