Disposal

A Poem by Wraith.

Ashes on speed

vomiting out into whiplash winds

veins dangling, strings between

hoisted by the puppeteer

© 2015 Wraith.

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jacob erin-cilberto

wow what bizarre images this conjures up....life makes us feel like a puppet of fate...someone pulling the strings and smiling, while we dangle, get tossed around, and eventually just wind up with our ashes spread like compost on the weeds.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom

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“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..