You come in slick,
scrounging seconds that tick,
I gave a name for you....
Seemingly ancient prick;
crawling about mine spirit after devil's hour,
smell aroma pleating from scowling skin sour;
Pick a poison....
Hurry thwarting intentions,
entwine thine talons as dreaming droops by spoiling –
Enough already.... If you must.... pluck my inner flower.
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Grim-filled Lullabies
PoetryThis particular poetry collection will feature more darker, moodier elements than my other collections. Since I have a rather potent darker side - I have to get it out in some form or another. Copyright © 2016-2019 By T. A. Hinson All Rights Rese...
