Monday, May 29, 2017

Scratch

Good even, Salem's lot, within your boxes nailed shut...you rage, the setting of the sun, nor, ever ever face...the day, betwixt the darkened path you chose, and everything, that's right...you lay, tormented every night in all the pain you dream'pt...would happen to the light...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: from 'Salem's Lot', 1979

Author's note: Watch out who you crawl in bed with.My, she has beady little eye's...drugs?



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