Textual DériveThe Kinetic Phonetics of a Terminal Fool
These are the writings of Savage Henry Lee, known to many as "that guy" or "him" or "y'know". I am... maybe a poet, maybe a loser. Either way, a perpetual happening. ØØØ
I live, I breathe, I write. I feel a need to share my writing with the world. I don't know why, but it just feels better that way. It's a process. XXX
Despite all my rage, I am still just a word on a page.
Almost Saw Her
Skeletal body lost amongst the trees; no skin on her bones, no tongue in her mouth. See her wiggle, see her dance. She’s got pale white bones and hard black dreams and sometimes, just sometimes, when she’s alone she just screams and screams and.
It’s an empty, hollow sound she makes. The wind rushes through where her memories would be. The wind howls through her emptiness like a pack of wolves, snarling and crying at the moon in pitch-black sky.
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