"My bedroom was filled with narcoleptic insects.
My bedroom was filled with poison barbs.
My bedroom was filled with broken parts
of ripped out doll head art.
My bedroom was filled with poison barbs.
My bedroom was filled with broken parts
of ripped out doll head art.
I couldn't remember whether I broke them on purpose
or accidentally knocked them down.
or accidentally knocked them down.
Broken heart after broken heart after broken heart,
sometimes shoved under the bed,
sometimes exploding in my head.
sometimes shoved under the bed,
sometimes exploding in my head.
I couldn't decide
whether someone else broke me
or have I always been this way? "
whether someone else broke me
or have I always been this way? "
A sample of part of a poem within "DARK PURPLE INTERSECTIONS (inside my Black Doll Head Irises)" my new poetry chapbook,published by Blood Pudding Press for Dusie Kollketiv 9/
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