slam and concrete poetry by Scout Quinn

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i understand now
i had a dream about his house
it was boarded up
overgrown with weeds and trees
incubate yesterday
skeletons in the piano, dancing bones echoing. solitude.
hope in the denial of reality
falling into the walls
your eyes have exploded

the invigilator is dead

take the stand
all rise