It’s all gone to hell.
Category: Poetry
Believe
There’s always a catch. Sometimes, it’s the fall.
meanwhile
I bet you thought it would be different, being human.
SHE
…sharp teeth of an angel.
just words
Poetry is only a moment.
Wolves
We point at the path of sticky entrails and we blame you.
Rightly So
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
