The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics

Part IV

Over the top – flamboyant,
is how many artists are caught to fight the front lines,
for me,
I was standing too close to the edge of the bunker,
the dirt gave way and I fell inside,
alone and screaming for my comrades to come
rescue me…
they couldn’t hear my voiceless cries,
I couldn’t hear my voiceless cries…

– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 11:00 am


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