Posted on September 27, 2018
by Elan Mudrow
He’s moving to a song he knows and it’s a song we’ve heard before but can’t place. As he moves, the sweat, sores, and scratches stay in place. What’s inside him is externalized. He doesn’t care about our inner secrets, our inner fears, our…
Category: Poetry, PortraitsTags: Art, Blog, Life, Love, Mental Health, Photography, Poem, Poetry, schizophrenia, Writing
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