the night continues
growing darker with no sign
of a coming dawn
she waits terrified
shallow breaths her body tense
in control no more
gun grease oil and blood
by political machines
forever inscribed
Scattershot poetry, prose, art, and assorted creative ammunition. A celebration of desire, language, and the revel of life through craft and frequent writing practice.
I checked my blog's numbers after my last post. My readership seemed to be exploding, but considering the volume was all from Singapore,...
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