a strenuous line of embarrassment,, held with cellotape
withdraw the pain of time
so silly the laugh, so tired the trick, so worn out the tumbler
the day breakes into a cup, lurking from behind reason
past tense, past safeness, past ordeal
past the past of crystal clear waters
led me till down there
where joy always ends up in tears
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an astonishing mish-mash of poetry, reviews, unpublished features and everything else i can come up with - all content © Raquel Pinheiro unless otherwise stated
About Me
- Raquel Pinheiro
- Mondo Bizarre Magazine Editor-in-chief; translator, writer, photographer, painter, poet, dreamer that now and then makes collages and bakes.