9 hours without you brings out the horror of me
April 23, 2009
its odd for a man so vein as i
to peel back the flesh and find
the underneath so bloody red
and oozing with forgotten pus
the sieve and the sand
Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
beighartman
captainwinklestein
Julio Chapluzki
freakynewchild
ladydarnell
philip santos
rcribay
Roger Mugs
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
tynedaile
