Poems from ebell2019
I slid to the floor of this solitary place, surrounded
by hastily scribbled memos
on monochrome sheets of paper.
and cannot find a singular...
I slid to the floor of this solitary place
surrounded by hastily scribbled memos
on monochrome sheets of paper
and cannot find a singular...
my mother says that I came into this world Fightingfists clenched, two months too earlyborn beneath a clouded november skyon the verge...