Monday, July 15, 2024

Iron Lung, Barred Soul By JPR & Kevin M. Hibshman

 




Steep is the jumping-off point; remorse is the burden of the soulless creatures of perpetual content.

I am moving through endless hallways,  breathless with fear. No one can open the doors for me. The darkness eats my sight and haunts my judgment.

I've run a gauntlet of razor wires elusive promise. Of false hope mired in brutal truths.

The past is a cemetery filled with regrets.

Dutiful student turning blue. Vomiting oceans of abominable lies. We spit in the face of bloodless heroes who sacrificed so many innocent lives.

Two cents for the ferryman to go fuck himself.I've long since seared my flesh along with severed all ties somewhere once upon the river Styx.





John Patrick Robbins, is a southern gothic writer.

His work has been featured at Fixator Press, Horror Sleaze Trash,  Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Disturb The Universe, Piker Press, Impspired Magazine, Punk Noir Magazine and The Dope Fiend Daily.

His work is often dark and always unfiltered.





Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).

His current book Cease To Destroy from Whiskey City Press is currently available on Amazon.


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