Monthly Archives: November 2014

“The Blatant Virginity of White”

Posted on November 20, 2014 by vb guenther

Smoke-stained walls of my prison cell taunt me as the blatant virginity of white blinds my eyes and precise mitered edges delicately pierce the epidermis of my wrists and throat. Toxic drops of cinnabar recreate yesterday’s battlefield as if sun-warmed … Continue reading →

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“I Hear….”

Posted on November 5, 2014 by vb guenther

“Please leave.” I hear my son’s voice. “I want to be alone with my father.” I hear the talk of strangers. The medical staff. I hear their sounds but do not comprehend their words. The angels of mercy remain. I … Continue reading →

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