RED HOPES
- Mic Wallstone
- Jan 12, 2025
- 1 min read

My reason was obscured in my going
disheveled oddities instilled in the body
that – child – I was lost in thought
and the flying feet stumbled.
I found myself on foreign ground
of sweet tears – red hopes
that I was enchanted and forgot about myself.
In a corner on an altar a whip.
I left.



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