i'm not your father, kid, so stop calling me that
you are big and tall and strong, i might as well
i don't like it, if you say it one more time, i will --
my dad left me when i was young, and is gone still
ain't my issue, little crow, i am doing better things, you can tell
but i will assist, please, there is so much love to unpack
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
