Freeverse 143

10/15/19

the bedroom drywall was like a scab
ready to be scratched open
he was lastlike
and he knew it
the eraserless pencil called out his name
the wrinkled paper dared him
so he sat down at the mocking desk
he praised masters and then killed them
in the chapbook with no chaperones
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