Poem: Drainage – 12/07/20

Strangely exhausted, an afternoon, heavily slept, too much, too much, ill memories draining, they won’t rise delicately, rather seep down below the mattress, will not gently fly away. A drainage system below the surface of a city, a being, more than four times hastily gone mad, residual pain wafting from the wide walkway pipes, potent, [...]