Magazine
Beyond the Magazine
Entanglement
My heart,
Tangled in barb wire
Puncturing holes with every beat
My soul seeps
Through the tiny crawl space
Leaving me completely
I am a ghost
Hovering over my shattered body
And dried dreams
Holding my last breath
My life is rewound in my head
And I was the only one there to see it
James W. Payer II