Apivore

In between these whitewashed walls
people teem, uncomfortably
like bees placed suddenly
into an artificial hive

Here we dance in an attempt to speak
but mostly just stand awkwardly
wondering if we would feel the same
if we were back in the places where we were raised

We Will Live in Wanting

Until these winds die, we will live in their wanting.

in the hall of mirrors: twenty

the apocalypse drips vinegar in the eyes of a bound god, fallen from grace and tasting the acid of his failures. impure, unsure and with no cure in sight for his blight, he rattles chains and leaves stains of his own blood William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Release

The wallpaper peels,
ceiling paint crawls away
the broken beams beneath revealed.
Water rises through the floorboards,
all the doors slam open,
then quietly sway.
The drain regurgitates.

The Hayley Oliver Band - Tell Me Why

Operatic Verse

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