Gripping a decaying cigarette, his eyes invade me. I am touched by his glare. The cigarette falls from his grasp. It lays there, its ashy remains sprinkled on the bricks. I'm trembling. Where have they gone? He's still there, his eyes undressing me. Chilled bones visible through his grin.
Help.
-predator
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custard and cream: a poetry collection
Thơ caA gut wrenching collection of well-thought poetry that discusses important topics that need to be addressed. This includes mental illness, feminism, equality and assault. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ "Lovely and possibly more!" -Amanda Lovelace "Great for pe...
