How was I to
trust my instincts
and work with what I had
when all I had was nothing more than
a couple of "live-with-it"s from day to day?
I'm a training actor —
learning my script word for word
and not given the slightest room
for improvisation.
(d.r.)
YOU ARE READING
Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
