by David Gladfelter
scream mask
The television king sits on a dope throne, screaming in a scream mask.
He has to live alone.
Whats he up to. What can I do to stop the blood he steals from me.
Whats the worth of teeth.
Garbage aflame in a pit.
A ‘heart’ that just gets stupider and fucks up harder and cant get high anymore.
Screaming in a scream mask, over and over.
goku sweatshirt
I havent bought prescription drugs in a bit from the high school kids that I work with.
I wonder how it felt to wear a polo in 2008.
I bet it felt great.
Terrible Formless Amnesty
Forge a divorce of likely means.
Ghost on the pressing things.
Meet some far away beacon.
See the way it dims, maybe deepens.
Ascend to a smoothen slope.
Then bare rooms. Halls to grope.
No fear though exposed.
Faint path here, a flash of perhaps where someone goes.
A sense of welcome. Unshakeable welcome.
Thats when some sort of fear comes.
Stone goblets all around in a thousand gaping throats.
Gaudy trinkets sliding freely on wrists lopsided above thrones.
Streaky, my bad life caught in a reflecting ledger.
Post my dick on r/seventhseal.
Hold my breath for the face reveal.
A sense of welcome. Unshakeable welcome.
Thats when some sort of fear comes.
I stumble on the slope.
A zero journal of names.
No more places.
Face burning.
A test or a dream or neither of those things.
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David Gladfelter was born in Gettysburg, PA and now lives with his husband in Detroit. His writing has been published by Bruiser, Apocalypse Confidential, Spectra, Eulogy, The Pixelated Shroud, Michigan City Review, Ex-Pat and Back Patio Press. He and his husband host a weekly radio show called David Radio. He is working on a long thing. He is 35 years old. He has a high school diploma.