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A Shriek Went Up My Spine Like An Unwelcome Snake
The sun misses everyone murdered. Florists unveil the black daffodil it is considered they did their part. I write in borrowed blood. The words verdant and verdict burn under a magnifying glass. Mourning breaks the skull open. A scheduled press release suggests victims won’t read it. Pulling over shifts the planet. The flashing blue line light fades like a pulse. The next day teachers unfold their lesson plans. Peer pressure distills the talk to grade school level. Nothing prepares. About Will Schmit and a new poem “Six Strings Untie the Knot” 2 Poems by Will Schmit in Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020 Poem by Will Schmit : Appointment Books Fail to Guarantee
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