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unspoken
passions
by Robert
Beveridge
a repetitive piece of song
spins rips
through my skull
discordant
over over
(dig itdig it
dig itdig it)
scrapes the bone walls
with the claw
of a synthesized hammer
the razor makes no sense anymore
the whole cult's overdosed
on synthesizers
they die their eyes open
their mass graves already dug
in
the
jungle
Robert
Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com)
and
writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Ephemeral Elegies,
Pulsebeat, and Riverbed Review, among others.
KJ
Hannah Greenberg has been playing with words and images
for an awfully long time. Check out her poetry and art book, One-Handed Pianist (Hekate Publishing, 2021).
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