Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 3

Just Like Edgar Allen Poe's Blues I found my heart wandering the streets of Baltimore, penniless, raving unintelligibly, dressed in someone else’s clothes. It was coming from a funeral, or going to one, and when I failed to ask whose, it was gone. But, all these years later, mere acquaintances continue to receive letters begging … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 3