Poetry from Lil Snott

A Slow Suicide

I.
the pakistani painter’s studio
a shrine to her lost self

the finer things
glossed resistance
depressed days
blunted nights

II.

the darkest corner
of
her dust-laden studio
whisper
brighter
daysze.

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2 thoughts on “Poetry from Lil Snott

  1. I’m always attracted to the thought of suicide and death. My life experience has left a mark upon my soul that question life; therefore, death. Your poems smoothes the pain of death for me. Thanks!

  2. Michael:
    Very interesting definition of death as the questioning of life; thus a definition of life more valuable than most. Perhaps your soulmark is a blessing, no?

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