no fucking win
by Rob Plath / January 30th, 2022
my pleasant
memories
are demons too
good times
i felt alive
reduced
to a few flashes
in my skull
sparks that suddenly
turn obsidian
& sprout horns
the pair of
terrible dark points
scraping
“it’s all ash now”
upon the bone walls

Rob Plath, contrary to popular belief, is not yet under the jurisdiction of the worms. His latest book of poems
Batter the Keyboard Like a Raptor Is Behind Yr Back is available from Laughing Ronin Press. See more of his work at:
www.robplath.com.
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This article was posted on Sunday, January 30th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.