The break-up experience in words.

Dead Woman Wakes Up In Morgue.

I’m the doctor. Poetry’s the patient. I prescribe a heavy dose of death along with some mutilation.
It seems to be my only remedy for words. I always sentence them to death, even if I don’t mean to…

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Some people turn nasty with age, or maybe it is their true personality coming out.

First of a short-story (or more of a free-form poetry) series compiled of four tales.

Death of a friend – Life always comes to an end.

Short, harsh poem about the affects of drugs.

The second segment of my latest short story. Based around life after death experiences and the understanding of modern man.

If you want an easy life, kindly, please, visit the morgue, for there is no easy life anywhere.