Poems from shauna_cox
I want to be a dancer.
To leap all day in ballet slippers,
maneuvering them into beautiful arches.
Pushing up into arabesque behind my...
Children,
the fruit of society,
that explodes through the endlass choas of morals.
Who are thrown amongst the darkness,
yet invincible to...
Alone and lost
the boy searched for April.
Finding nothing but silence
throughout his ribbed skeleton.
All his quest resolved was haunted...