not titled poetry i overheard and turned to see thankfully a moment too late but the sound will stay with me forever as the bone broke under the weight of the bus the roll of head under body and what was left of the muffled scream Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
To say that this is “great” sounds sadist. So I’ll say “absolutely haunting.” And “art imitates life.”
To say that this is “great” sounds sadist. So I’ll say “absolutely haunting.” And “art imitates life.”
Holy shit.