The hour passed and reproaches
Passed too.
With sunset came forgiveness,
A levity never felt on Earth.
The blue air of dew drew down.
Silverware came to a rest after a lifetime
Of spinning around the room.
Attic doors acquiesced
And all memories
Atop the stair would have to stay there.
Elsewhere one was being born,
One dying,
Since not here.
Name That Trauma:: J Lee on a Vampire PSA
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I grew up in southern California and one of the local stations used to show
a PSA. I don't remember what it was even about because I would literally
lea...
1 week ago
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