The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part XXI

October,
the month when the monsters
begin to haunt,
drift inside the attic of my body,
the trunk with all these memories,
rattles, begging me to stir up trouble,
I oblige and I soon find myself
in the asylum.

– Michellia D. Wilson 8/24/14 4AM

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