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Random Unsorted Drafts / 19 February 2019

I am the two worst people in this world,

common enough a folk; still dreaming,

I am the two worst people in this world,

the sand between my toes; medieval,

the drink in my hand; bloody red,

I am the two worst people in this world,

the words of God; translated,

the thoughts of common man; empty,

the turbulence inside one head; telling,

I am the two worst people in this world,

kissing; without lips,

slithering; without hips,

a snake in leopard skin,

fang-less

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.