Poems from Damsel
I'll be a Senior this fall, and I don't know where the time went. I'd like to think that I'm prepared for the life outside of my city. But I have come to realize that I don't know much about anything.
He was born a mute,
Until the ink got a hold of him.
It stretched his tongue
and as he licked the back of his teeth,
He realized he had a...