ghosts that do die
how they live on, these whispering voices that don’t belong to the dead. the living side step rocky paths with[…]
under the hood
bait, bait, more bait of tailored for unique ones, squishy shrimps for those more adamant on spongy morsel before venturing[…]
imperfection
chipped, cracked, sullied tight lip. swell twice, thrice puffs the frog, still silence comes about and jaded life limps slightly[…]