Changing Faces | Art by Lori Earley

Hollow my eyes and cut the tails that lead me to my histrionic ties.

Herein lays my corruption, my stinking lies, a list of sodden, long-drawn goodbyes.

They never leave me,

No matter how much I try to out bleed and sweat and starve them.


They’re insanity’s stashed-up trinkets and treasures.


How did they get here, is what I once asked,Lori Earley

Which led me to a flock of dark angels, unmasked.

I knew what wicked things they had wrought,

And so I ran, but they chased me naught.



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