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DARK MATTERS: DECAY by Moriah M. Mylod
I like to think of my worries as such: A decaying tree that lays in the entrance of a walking path Where it vanishes at the edge and stings like a thorn bush stab From the Sycamore that rests here on the brim Between the feminine Ted Bundy and the reincarnated Hitler If it weren’t […]
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DARK MATTERS: SCHIZOPHRENIA by Moriah M. Mylod
Satan’s in the sole of my left shoe We are having a confetti conversation now The words from your lips are bursting in colors of blue, yellow and red Floating pieces that never hit the ground Zenu is my mother Her ship will be here any minute To drop off money just in time for […]
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The Looker: John Berger by James Carraghan
I was making my way through Ways of Seeing when I stopped at the end of the third essay and sent a text message to my friend. Within a few minutes he had responded, telling me that he was reading the same essay, at the same time, for a class; he had the same thoughts and […]
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DARK MATTERS: ORPHAN by Moriah M. Mylod
I was scared of the dark I was scared of the dark I was scared of the dark monsters I hallucinated at night as a child When everyone was asleep I was in beds of bugs and beasts They were real as day Haunting in the night I got out of the prison of […]