Flowing through a river, down the vein and up the arm, inside the neck, up to the brain, A clogged pore the size of a lump that obstructs...

Disclaimer: "A Photoshoot" was written in a nonsense manner without much editing or second thought but what is false could very well be...

Within the folds of the soul I find some discarded trash like wet laundry forgotten in the washer, annoyingly tugging at the back of my...