foolish enough to believe
three in the
morning
searching for
the words
another empty
for the floor
and it becomes
apparent why
death is so fucking
attractive to any
of us
foolish enough to
believe at the end
of this page is a
better tomorrow
Bio: J.J. Campbell (b. 1976) lives, writes, but mostly dies a little each day in Brookville, Ohio. He's been widely published over the years in the small press, most notably at Thunder Sandwich, Nerve Cowboy, Zygote in My Coffee, Underground Voices and Chiron Review. You can contact J.J. via email at jcampb4593@aol.com.
