“life should be like running through forests filled with trees and thornbushes” that was the mantra She gifted […]
Month: January 2016
it rattles then it riles me up this hungry scratching from my neck down deep into my bones […]
if eyes could leave trails she’d be covered in his as he sizes her up and down admiring […]
slowly, shaky, not unsure but afraid to death because death would surely become the heart-broken I prepare to […]
(…) you throw me a flower while you unravel the summer that is your whole your movement your […]
how it burns how it drives us all in circles spinning madly so bravely insane racing along the […]
it’s the morning after when sly regrets twirl around an inch from your nose greyish, tobacco scented a […]
