Black LanternBrian Foley
Blood freckled on the lampshade, throws a shadow against the wall like a negative spotlight from a blind guard tower. Shade opens a window, as cold as clay. You dissolve into a dark pool. Your inflamed eyes swimming. Unable to stand together in the little room, I push like an unborn from the inside until we both are outside, born again in boiling water And weeping for our mothers.
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