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Poetry Drafts / 19 December 2022

I’m not cursed, it’s all bad luck.
Fuses blown and nails breaking,
foggy eyes scratching down truths
of curses ; ; ; ; ; such is the luck
of the innocent, nails against concrete
walls unpainted and striped cats
pawing;
I wish my job was blown.

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.