Poems from Literally Satan
The day I went to the big antique store
With the intimidating man in the suit and the funny old dolls
I found a record without a price.
My...
If I had to pick one friend to be friends with for the rest of my life
Naturally, I would pick you.
Yes, you, the one person I can stand...
shadow folk with ghost hearts
pass the still time whittling poems
in a dead language into translucent fingers
long and bony
dead eyes,...
Imagine
If you heard a flower sing.
What would it sound like
A sweet, delicate voice
Soft as a feather
Fragile as glass, or
A brittle leaf...
I am the rainchild.
I am the darkness in the corners
And the mysteriousness of what lies under the stairs
And the cobwebs under the...