Where Angels Fear
1 min readMay 18, 2019

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There’s a difference between spasmodic and spastic, however:

And both/neither are/is spasmolytic …

Making time in a low rent highrise
No place to go downtown crushing crucifixion
Particles aching harmful descent take a shot and hide
Subway slam dance stale mattress slow throb bloating
Freshly open grave barefoot beggar
Knotted finger turning pages in a book descending
No noise the great trees fall
Calmly through the window see backward elevation
Faded spirit of the gold toothed whore
Moon dances wondering how could this ever be
Kicking the habit
Possession in the flesh
Loves made up melancholy
Kicking the habit
Trip back and unleash all anger emerging from the waterfall
Break fork horse rear snorted downward
A vulgar desire playing cards conjured on fly blown
Dimly lit round a room
Of shadows claw the side
Phantom pinches waking from a dream half eaten candy
From some disordered heaven swirling tastes
Fornicate
Rotted meat
A nested virus feels eating dish aging
She sits alone in the worry
She’s created more time
Holy hatred
Kicking the habit

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Where Angels Fear
Where Angels Fear

Written by Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

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