"My brain is broken. Slashed like an old horror
film scene, retching and dragging my un-tight legs along
this antiquated, soon to be autopsied linoleum floor.
Cracked allure of concussive gore. Bruised and confused
and wavering away from reality. Disabled runway model"
part of my long-ish poem, "The Age of Vicissitude"
I'm delighted to have this poem appearing within HSTQ: Spring 2025, the latest curated collection from Horror, Sleaze and Trash!
You can download this new collection for FREE here - https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2025/06/19/hstq-spring-2025/
This poem of mine also appears in my most recently published chapbook, "Blue Stingers Instead of Wings" (Pure Sleeze Press, 2025), which is still available to be acquired from Pure Sleeze here - https://puresleezepress.bigcartel.com/
Or from my own Blood Pudding Press here - https://www.etsy.com/listing/4314653197/new-blue-stingers-instead-of-wings-by
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