"I'm so fucking sad, I feel like one of your poems on
the inside" -Bella Roccaforte, author of the Ink Series
That is a pretty heavy statement coming from good friend and
fellow author Bella Roccaforte. Whether you like my shit or hate it, you have
to admit, I never do anything half-assed. 100 Reasons will be coming soon. I
needed to clean up the final proof and once I approve the final e-copy I will
be going to print.
Until then, I leave you with this piece from 100 Reasons:
Roses From the Ribcage
Beautiful things hurt
Evidenced by the rose’s thorn
Good things are opiate
Leading to withdrawal
Yet I labor for these
Odds against it all
Intoxicating cloud of hope
Come on through and crash
See the scented hope
As it turns to ash
With no redeeming song
Beneath gunpowder stippling
Meninges torn
Neurons broke and crippling
Scrape the inner skull
Weigh the dead brain
What did you in?
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