hidden

Words spill forth on the page

A caffeine stained assessment of our lives.

How simple it is. 

The words all lined up neatly. 

Prim and pristine.

Hiding the molding husk beneath.

Always more than the eye can see. 

What skeletons do ye keep?

Do they scream in the night

Waking you from an uncertain sleep?

 

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