Not Yours to Sell
Most times I bleed these words deserted by the elusive genius as she courts other talents Most times I squeeze these words salty waters blinding eyes as dams bu...
Most times I bleed these words deserted by the elusive genius as she courts other talents Most times I squeeze these words salty waters blinding eyes as dams bu...
“Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories.” Flakes fall― a spectacle through the window warm glögi cupped between my hands ember coals in the room giv...
Winter enfolds my many faces soothes scars left by scorching words darkness a refuge. But come spring― call me by any name and I will let go of dead weight shed...