Poem: My Darkest Imaginings…

My darkest imaginings well up,
and flow unchecked—
spilling from heart to brain—
mind to soul— soul to dark limbo.
These patterns of ink are impossible to blot out,
these marks that are etched upon me—
like skin-deep halos, a totem of stains
mazing inside me;
dark and un-abiding—
like staring down the throat of a wailing baby.



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