Blowing steam,To iron out some things.To flatten out the creases in my mind before I blink,On a stage!Where I present my pain,With a smile I have to force until it feels real on a face I barely want to see… More of my muscles are in use the more I glower,Like an owl,Perched on the... Continue Reading →
Abercrombie & Rick pt. 2
To be He who is never sought out,By Day-walkers and Night Owls,By relatives with an audacity to steal my towel,Every time I drop tears forming oceans of pain coming from the bottom of my bowels,By anyone who claimed they cared when I couldn't have my fowl!Feels like…I don't exist in a world burning from Lucy's... Continue Reading →