10 percent
flee to tropical places
drenched in trust-fund dollars
taking life for granted with chrome plated bliss
expelling brags with finesse
while others choke to pay rent
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
A thread and it's needle
Bobbing up and down
In silent unison
My flesh is the fabric
Each seam pulled taunt
With intricate ruby rivers
Cascading down
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
Disgruntled bleached paper
Enveloped with it's poison
Perched delicately between ****** lips
Slowly devouring youth & beauty
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC