Categories Poetry Bleak Post author By icgallery Post date March 29, 2021 No Comments on Bleak Tags 2020, Litterateur RW ← When the Bats Fly Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Δ
![A three stanza poem. The first two couplets look jagged and broken. The third stanza is completely split and scattered across the page, such that reading order is unclear.
Poem text: There are some things so horrible
They cannot be tasted, touched, or smelled.
We do not hear the cry of horror
Nor see the blood wiped across the window.
[as fragments] Try to write them down and the page is blank white black silence darkness rotten hope a concept without flesh](https://i0.wp.com/phillipperiman.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/03/bleak.png?resize=495%2C577&ssl=1 "Poem text")
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