Let my words slide like slithering snakes on your tongue Devour my sentence structure like children ******* thumbs Feel the anguish of fake people that can't see, touch or hear Then when your tears sludge the page, I am your master puppeteer May every letter leave you wetter and each comma stir up drama And when you reach the end of it all, you'll be begging for more trauma.
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, inspiration: favorite book---Invisible Life In A Miserable Age version two :>
Henry met her at the library rasped the portrait in ancient poetry booked her love in print of coffee calligraphy vanished curses of September from the entire history remembered eyes bared and fell at feet so complementary one-eighty degrees the fine line supplementary deviled angelic marveled hurdled seven freckles and stashed in memory celebrates venus and mercury
Her genre, Honorable. Her design, Respected. Her character, Dignified. Her pages, Well lettered. Her story, Unread. Like a book, mesmerising, Yet too often judged by her cover.
Lightly powdered but slightly rough The cover hard and tough Clear black ink My strawberry milk a bright pink It's cold outside But there's a warm fire inside The house sighed The windows cried Its tears catching each other There goes another I hear the rains soft pit-pat On the soft couch where I sat ~11/5/21
