Two steps from hell- part two __The walls… Damn the prison we create, damn the voices, telling us lies. I want to ascend from the locked door, the cold white walls. I want… Continue reading
3 am poetry… 1- She flashed her eyes at me she told him. Johnnie, Johnnie, be bold and careless with me. I laughed at her words and I told her. Never adore a… Continue reading