The Devil's Diaries
Poetry. Fiction. Art. Photography.
Tuesday 4 July 2017
Bleeding Through
This silence
violence masked as
communication
I devour the sky
the boy on the
bicycle
he cannot hear the
screaming
I hold my hands over
my ears
follow
the monkey on the
ceiling
but he is gone
I am running into
walls
Somehow I am always
still here
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