Aberration Labyrinth ISSN 2179-8805 March 2013
Detox Ashley Ables There's no other way to put it. He's toxic, an addiction. From The way he walks, the way he talks, Poison that creeps deeper than skin, Straight through bone, to the heart, the soul. Like a parasite, stretching and Squirming throughout the body to Mutilate the peace of your mind. He's the devil in an angel's Form, brighter than the midday's sun, Yet flowers die as he walks by. Surgery to remove the hell And strip away the cancered cells. Detox and shake, purge the body Of the deadly toxins. He's an Addiction, abomination. Coffee Blue Shannon Barber Coffee Blue Gray skies leaning towards sleep. Someone is screaming. Fast forward to blank verdant space. Coffee beat black and blue til it voids. Taken down to where the ideas come in at fucked up angles. Silence knocked off balance by itself. Noise in spermy bursts of fertile nonsense. The breaking in the dark that is too much like fucking. Day/Dreamer Shannon Barber In my head I was great and beautiful. Connected to primal forces, cunt magic and earth. Tethered by gossamer threads. Tied to light and fire. I knew it as the truth in my soul. Until my eyes opened. I am just another bone - in the desiccated skeleton of the city.
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