Hope and Loose Change

Ripped asunder by magic tricks,
a velvet wrapped nightmare of rusted chains,
neck crushed, future drowned.
Lost within a blank space
and blinded by your halo,
a luminescent serpent bickers with itself
in a room filled with empty shoe boxes.
As the lost city barrel rolls,
hope and loose change falls out of our pockets.

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4 thoughts on “Hope and Loose Change

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  2. I’m glad I’m not the only one who has a thing about empty shoe boxes… although I think my thing stems from a different place entirely. 🙂

    • i don’t know where mine stemmed from lol, my fiance was shocked when we had a clear out of our flat and there was a good 10-15 shoe boxes stashed under our bed, i always think they could be useful for something but i never use them.

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