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The Raving

The Raving

written by: Sheri Vandermolen



A chamber Poe-m


Corvus clouds gather nightly,
pocking your opium-laced brain.
You seize them with intensity,
squeeze trailing black acid
across the chaste page,
dissolving vulnerable pulp
as you tell the shadowed tale
that will pierce my dreams,
stain my veiled soul,
bury me alive in the rot of evermore.

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