Poems from ACACIAcova

Shaved.
Shaved Legs, Shaved Lives Surround me & Oh How Bizaare. Shiny, Slick, Altered roots Connect these Creatures to an Absolutely Absurd...
Waiting.
Waiting on a Call. Waiting on a Call to find out whether or not my sister is okay, my sister is Safe, my sister isn't Hurt, my sister is...