Piker Press β€” Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 20, 2026

After the lies

"...all that is left..."

After the lies

I believed in are gone,
all that is left
is the last laugh
of destiny,
musty midnight
transgressions
baked into
my bones.







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