Inhuman

Abyss between Us
Where words are always obscured
Those wretched echoes

-a.r.

Painting: Abyss, by Luke Hillestad

This poem is a product of life, Lacan, Barthes, and my own Lover’s Discourse.

~ by April on March 1, 2016.

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