The morning makes a shadowy blind entrance,
Poet Bio
Dust gathers at the feet of a broken belly,
Smoke, the illusion of her sensuality, is amiss,
Dogs howl in the phantasmagoria of a soulful tangible ghost,
Smoke, the illusion of her sensuality is amiss.
Locked walls.
Broken silences.
6am midnights.
Nightmares, touched.
Hymens, are tangible things.
Dust…
gathers at the feet of a broken belly.
Poet Bio
Lover, student, teacher, daughter. Holy mother of all Dragons.