Contributor: Paul Tristram

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Lay the guilt on thick like icing
and place me there underneath.
Wait for all my anger to decay
then throw down a dirty wreath.
Forget any sound, any scream
consider me now completely dead.
Under guilt as thick as icing
I deserve to lay down my head.


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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography
published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids
instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.