is there no end to his voice? it fills the island with contempt
it's nasally, and unhelpful, especially when i'm doing most of the work
why can't he just shut up? just shut up please
your history might be important to you, but not to me
i need to get out of here before a shadow begins to lurk
outside the tent, if i have to hold him, i will, the twink will have to tempt
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
