The Paper People Eater | Hayden Mesnick

Hundreds of souls line his desk

surrounded by wood and covered in glass

captive

He collects memories he feeds on them

he thrives on them an empire of paper

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Hundreds of souls line his desk

mahogany, reddish-brown

he comes in every day to sit at it

and stare at his pictures

Recent Posts

The windows are shut Gravity, both metaphorical and literal Bring it down. Bring me down. I am caged within my own skin It is dull here....

Sure I smile Sure I laugh Sure I’m friendly to all I meet But you don’t see the constant fears, the feeling sheer, the nights in tears....

Irate.... Livid.... Scornful.... Indignant.... All words I could use to describe the way you make me feel. The mere thought of you makes...