Treasure Island

Robert Sheridan


Handbasket


Degenerating quickly
Smelling sulphur
Tasting brimstone
Great abundance.

Punishment place
Without anesthesia
Extreme disorder
Hellbox scraps.

Manner dissolute
Scolded sufferer
Harsh reprimand
Extremely demanding.

Ran like...
Feels like...
Going to...
It is...


'2008'

Submitted: Tuesday, September 23, 2008

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