1st Place Winner in A Wilderness of Mirrors Contest (Sponsor: Craig Cornish)
Judged: May 22nd, 2025
it is a nightmare and a terrible place a confrontation, a quick draw, frightful conclusion glass: empty of illusion a pagan deity whose hard eyes shall drink you in and spit and run over you like an obnoxious lorry or through you as a plough at this abandoned carnival marooned in the undesirable wilds and the nonorgasmic riffs of ticking clocks working juju on your brain every grasshopper is a man in the bush where the bushes are mirrors laughing at you/your pathetic fallacies smart flesh gorgeous teeth and confident hair awaiting dignity's end
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