RED SKATE CHAPTER TWO

There lying over the ice, was the mangled body of Julia Entwistle. The poor girl was covered in blood, and a skate was sticking out her throat. My partner, Cathy Jones, whistled.

Prom Night

Just a poem I wrote when I was sorta down.

Paper Dolls

...paper dolls have paper hearts

Under a Renegade Flag (Part Four)

....Her orgasm ripped through her......

Will You Please

An voyeur poem.

"a path of integrity"

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THE CHILD

,,The child within resides in a private domain; a fabric which resonates below the surface of some adults,,
Cherry

Blood and Makeup

Drops of blood and makeup pirouette lightly from the broken tip of her fine-lined, delicate nose.

DYING

,,,Dying; I no longer know what the time, or the day is. Is that so bad,,,

The Street

The Street

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