One from the ICON series: Kurt

The boy’s thin frame,

Cloaked in heavy sweaters.

 

A mind on its synapses,

Drowned in social

Stupor.

 

Egg crate of feelings,

A sensitive form

He takes.

 

Moments in needle binges,

The exploding romance,

A chance to quit.

 

His songs,

The rushes of veins opened,

Drained in

Sparks tied to dead-end

Emotions.

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