All’s fair in love and poetry? Then you’re fair game.

Come into the darkened rooms and see how the tortured poets department really does it. Look into our sunken eyes. Shake your head in disgust at our heinous addictions. Watch us die. Penniless in the gutters. We fight tooth and nail to make language submit and do our bidding. Petitioning it to be a pleasing fragrance to the gods. Hoping to heal. Hoping to overcome our shadows. Hoping to win the hearts of others. Hoping to win our own hearts. It’s here we expose the darkest of vulnerabilities, rip the flesh from our souls, and ply it to pages for everyone and, at the same time, no one at all.

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