The grace, laughing,
At a lunch counter.
The 'it' feeling
Immobilizes everything outside that halted
"Please, turn around."
The slake draws across everybody, and everybody
Just keeps thinking.
Be gone, be gone.
A prism started in the dark with a single color.
You know, when I think of your neck when you dance I see
The flightless vines strangling one another
In the garden.
Name That Trauma :: Zoey G. on Stained Glass Monster - I have a Name That Trauma from a film I watched a few years ago – or at least a scene from it? On YouTube, I think, but no matter what I search I can’t fin...
1 day ago