Marshmallow Days.
_______________
My Soul has
come to dread
these Fluffy
Marshmallow
Days.
(Which lead
to Carbon nights
of Tasteless
Tragedy.)
They are
Unreal
Beyond
Imagining.
_
I smell Ghosts
everywhere, and
know they See
My Depravity.
(but they are
quite sensitive
considering how
Fearful Wraiths
can Be.)
Thus
Yesterday I was
a Man!
(while Today
I'm just Their
Memory.)
__
j.s.h.
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