Taylor Reese Poems

In crypt's cold hush, on bone-built throne.
A skeletal king, with eyes of stone.
Mocks pleas for wisdom, a grand design.
His rasping laugh, a chilling whine.
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Headstones In the park where reality begins to bend.
This is where I met you, my strange friend.
The wind blows eerily through the leaves of a crimson oak.
Here we sit beneath a moon that's full.
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The curtain of self-inflicted demise,
unfurls behind my eyes, a silent play.
What horrors lie beyond its velvet lies?
A morbid peace, or endless, hollow gray?
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