Morse Code of Distress
Let's workshop this poem about a man driven by primal desperation to engage in destructive behavior as a means of escaping a life he finds unbearable but lacks enough courage to leave directly.
Morse Code of Distress In twilight’s bustle blooms this boyhood compulsion to scrape the weapon, concealed in your hoodie clutch, along the urban textures— bricks, railings, dumpsters—lining a subliminal hunt for an irreversible to pluck you from a life you lack the nerve to exit.
