PERK OF GRIM

Panic ensues when my external stimuli trickle away.

black , . , void , . , closing my , eyes , and i feel the pressure adding up to alibis , two detectives

and a couple generations pleading at , God , yelling why , was the final choice , not preceded with a sign ,

hacked , . , noise , . , choking out , highs , even though i’m centered with a meditative shrine , i’ve elected

to renew the escalation till i’m blood- , -shot , vandalized , by who i appoint , to get me incentivized ,

, . i , swear , that i’m indeterminate , i don’t follow one profession i’m a burner flip , maybe i’m the

exorcism of a modern-day , tourniquet , . , leave a burglar tips , thank ’em for their services , . ,

, . skin , fair , from an inner-murder trip , to have psychopath complexion i revert to sick , when i hit re-

-set i type out letters on display , nourishin’ , . , darkness further in , hope to be a perk of grim , . ,

– D K T

Published by dktindepth

Passionate writer. Avid reader. Music obsessor. Spiritual student.

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