Category: Poetry
Queen of my own heart (running away from incest)
Some of us , like feathers on paths are blown out to extinction’s seas…
To my very special cyber troll with love:)
can’t graph skin
old lies
for all the lost children setting sail for Nod…may your dreams be full of ink blue moons…
Like postmen, faithful friends won’t let rain or snow or sleet or hail…
Queen of my own heart (running away from incest)