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Everything that matters about me can be found in the writing. But for those who want something more concrete: I am forty-seven, male, and live near DC and Baltimore. I've been practicing domination in one form or another since I was sixteen. D'jaevle is the voice for the wolf under the skin; the predator I tap into when bringing my prey to ground; the hunger that tells me when I need to hunt. The calm before the storm and the thunder that scares the children. This story is as much his as it is mine.

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Month: November 2022

swallowing tacks

words are
hidden barbs under the tongue
spoken between bloody teeth
spitting bone and clots
to mark your passage.

Posted on November 17, 2022November 17, 2022Categories General Musings, PoetryLeave a comment on swallowing tacks

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