Poems from Dakota Snow
no bones houseno bones and no food and he wont eatlike he would if he wanted tohe wont eat food reminds him of heroh this was her brand oh...
hand in handwe're hand in handand it so happens i can't stomach your touchthat fucking sugar skull of yours says it alldolled up in white...
he can't take the fucking hintthree beers three cheers and burning papersthere's a light in her eyesbut he decayssway baby sway and he's...
this house is haunted
hatchets sharpened in between these curtains and those
and tales such tales ropes and necks around kind of tales...
two scrapsthat's it sir only scrapsdirty sided and that ywhy i know that y i dohow do you doclean smiledhow fitting you snuck that smile...