Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

arise

"...with the pain of a thousand lies..."

arise

i wake
with the pain
of a thousand lies
ripping at
my four remaining
teeth.

you can
only dance
at the edge of oblivion
so long
before
finally
falling in.






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