Meaningless Cycles in a Vicious Glass Prison: Songs of Death and Love
We Live.
We Die.
About a week later, we get back up and start tearing the flesh of of whoever is most convenient to fill the emptiness in our bacteria-bloated corpses that is most definitely not a metaphor of our desperate search for connection in this hopeless slog of repetitive day to day existence.
Sometimes, there’s sex and/or blood.
Contains “Death, The Whore” which placed 2nd in the Best Poem category of the 2020 Annual Critters Readers’ Poll.
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We Live.
We Die.
About a week later, we get back up and start tearing the flesh of of whoever is most convenient to fill the emptiness in our bacteria-bloated corpses that is most definitely not a metaphor of our desperate search for connection in this hopeless slog of repetitive day to day existence.
Sometimes, there’s sex and/or blood.
Contains “Death, The Whore” which placed 2nd in the Best Poem category of the 2020 Annual Critters Readers’ Poll.
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book-author | Anton Cancre |
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