Towering truths and various misfortunes crawl like worms.
No mouths really. Just holes, like vacuums.
Concrete breeds with nature.
Nature becomes a solidified scab being picked
& opened– giving birth to the darkest
Merritt Waldon is
38, has been writing since he could write. He says it’s the only thing
that makes sense to him most of the time. He lives in Austin, Indiana.