Digits intertwine, as lips envelope mine,
Month: May 2021
Shackled Guilt
Far beneath grounds deep-frozen, Sits a man in posture lonesome,
May
A fork in the road, Are you there my sweet stork?
Me
It is I
The Beast
Crouched amidst thorns and encroaching briars, Hear her scream, her unearthly howls,
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