Cherry

The Saxophone ( Part 3, Final)

The end, or maybe not?

Celebrity

fame

Shared Notions

legs laced into links of love
Cherry

The Art of Dying

You taught me right from wrong... the difference between a butterfly and a moth...

Overcoming the m-m-m-monster

A re-write of a poem I did for the I.P a few weeks ago, sorry if you've read it before.

Last supper

unfinished raddish

the once-hip mom

hormones started it all taking her into puberty whether she liked it or not making her the object of the male gaze at an early age & she found the affection of many, she partied hardy,

continuum

bruises & cigarette burns a world full of violence seen with youthful eyes near the beginning of a life learning the ropes & watching how the abuser gets away with the abuse

torrential downpour

cloudbursts & mini-monsoons take to the wind---swirling, spinning round, curling & surging against the trees, against the sides of buildings--- swishing across the asphalt &

why people in Range Rovers always look terrified

why people in Range Rovers always look terrified sweltering in your metal hell, white knuckles cling to the wheel like a dirty uncle fingering clothes on a washing line.

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