Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2019
he'd had too much whiskey
and when he said my name
i could smell
the rot and stink
of a dead mans breath
on my cheek.
nevaeh
Written by
nevaeh  20/F/home
(20/F/home)   
  138
     Juneau, SPT and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems