Poems about Animals
takes a second to kill
so very easy to destroy an entire process
drop a cake on the way to its oven
It was six months ago today when you drew your final breath.When I found you in my kitchen, I learned about your death.
Love, what is love ?
Is it a person?
Is it a place?
Is it a thing ?
Can love be measured?
as i drill them cheeks
pumping to the beat
of every moan you shreak
and i send a fleet
of little me's