Poems from PERSIANCATS
in the streets of Doral
I see cries
of people rejoicing the abrupt death
of a dark cold monster
that was controlled by his greed for power...
There’s something lurking
Between the darkness of the trees.
A shadow haunts my every move.
I continue my day in terror
Of confronting the...
The chamber slowly opens
As if it has been waiting for me
I’m ready to commence my journey
I begin to feel myself rising,
Bubbling...