sluggishly, your arrows hit as if to sanction a permanentscar on my fragile yet once war-paint-crimson skin his lies scamper slowly up narrow ribs, then shoulderson the dirt road near my heart to blind me once again damage ego begot mournful passive-aggressive rainenjoy the cleansing sound, but never forget the refrain press clay upon the…
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“Tardy Morning Sun” Now Live On Spillwords Press NYC
damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare feet her heart dangling from a pale elbow in a drowsy fog besieging her as tears hymn, turning to ice on cold flesh five months passed since her husband was planted to earthly rest laying by the lake,…
“Forgotten” My New Poem Live On HotelMasticadores
apples hang low forgotten honey bees tiny legs, heavy pollen lemons make moving weary overcast your eyes spurs surge from pores discerns a sense of being akin to the caterpillar in cast front legs, in cement crack grow up you say who are you I recognize you not To continue reading, go to Hotel Masticadores,…