Poetry. By me. Many of the poems are dark in nature, but not all. Enjoy.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Scion
of serpentine, bereft
bilious Donii cleft, aloft
and proud, so long bourne
awaits new styling, fair
defining acts to be
and Isis smiles, upon
a spider-veined knee to
bounce and grin.
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