

an indictmenti heard you cried in your sleep but im not here to end your nightly rituals i will give birth to this monstrosity but forgive me not for ill also be the subtle knife in your life the sin and darkness in the moment you twisted my words into paper butterflies and let them loose to burn ive learned to turn and walk away as you speak the phrases and clauses of your mental lobotomy this diarrhea of the mouth as you spew forth the honey soaked sickness of your passions and praise of all that is wrong in the world, revolution a byword reduced to some phase your poetry is soulless without your actions your obituary will be the requiem of only those dan indictment


with teethopen your mouth and speak through your Teeth allow the calcium minarets you hold so dear to form the fricative stops and glottal pauses as you first edge toward the truth of the matter which you wont and forgive me for the vitriolic tendencies of my voice its a choice to first apologize then condemn you see its hard for me to speak with my lips sewn shut chain stitch and cross thread the moments electrically needled into my skull and forgiven not the past you created with me whether you liked it or Not a moment of your time sir begging on the street feet sore and eyes strained i heard your name in a bar and forgot my place between the jim beawith teeth
How's life, anyway?
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"I became INSANE with long intervals of horrible SANITY." - Edgar Allan Poe
-Elisabeth
PS: it's not a VERY long comic. It's just living up to the name of "graphic novel." And it will be fantastic.
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