Vasil Heisler

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  • Jack-In-A-Box

    Here I stay, day-after-day, in uncomfortable fear surmised by neglect and abuse; Reserved in solitary with doubtful hope of a chance to eject and amuse. Uneasily anxious, yet silent and still; I grow evermore impatient to deliver that shocking thrill. I’m consumed by darkness, confined to an eerie box; Condemned from the joys of the worl...