The Book With The Saddest Endpapers

arrived in the mail like a grave stone
like the last bottle destined to kill the drunk

I don’t want you to read it and love it like I do
I never want to see your face in Eureka Springs Arkansas

the binding won’t crack and there’s worms in the spine
now worms in my lips breeding blisters

a taste of someone else’s favorite whisky electric
spelling out God’s true name on my canker covered gums

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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We can only imagine the intensity of the book, if merely the endpapers are this devastatingly painful .

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