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NaPoWriMo 2017: #3 (an elegy)

Elegy for Gregor Samsa In the vacant, cold empty castaway clutter of others, in this room that is no longer your own, you lie in as your truest self: a hollowed vermin shell reverberating echoes of the man you used to be— The reluctant Messiah who so loved your family and the world your work … Continue reading