Yeast for Two
Never made it out of her liquid opal eyes
Author: huntersjames
poet
Tortured Children
where our hearts used to be is gone
snaggletooth
pick its decayed snaggled teeth
dreaming putrid schemes
Morning Prayer
Time delivers grace in harmony.
Angles and Angels
I was your first when you spit
Compensating Leaders
We drop our guard and follow, blinded by our lack of will.
Gaits Unhinged
Leading and following wherever it goes
