The Haunting Mom and dad been dead awhile now, one buried deep in the ground, the other incinerated, ashes spread. Yet, that doesn’t stop my ashen mother from coming around. Like the other day, she dropped by to tell me it’s okay to go mad on paper, just don’t it in public, they’ll lock you …

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Greedy Hands Angel in bright white night gown Soiled, smudged from your earthly visit, Trapped in the trauma of a little boy Raped by his mother’s man. You can’t unsee, that dirt, that stain, It doesn’t come clean, the bile Of man’s defiling greedy hands Shoveling himself inside a little boy. © SB Joy Image …

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