Narcoleptic Lover by Chris Martin
Your body crushed on the couch
His hands on her waist
Every Day Poems
Your body crushed on the couch
His hands on her waist
so pigeons keep coming to this narrow chimney-like space. i hate opening the windows as i am afraid
Continue readingTomorrow’s fear is but
yesterday’s panic
Outside, Inside by Jennifer-Crystal Johnson On the outside, I smile. I socialize, I laugh, I have a good time… And
Continue readingHe rolls off the sofa
Stumbles into the kitchen
The table’s a riot
Untitled By Jennifer-Crystal Johnson Nearing the edge Of sanity And every dream Flashes before her With a pure Intensity The
Continue readingBlues by Brendan Sullivan Morning comes in widow’s weeds while gloom settles to the bottom of my cup, begging to
Continue readingThe Bedroom by Doug Draime There is no point of reflection here. It wavers at the angle the bed used
Continue readingAttention by Zachary Anthony ATTENTION. Overwhelming, normally unconscious, Compulsion. You throw yourself out there. Was it worth it? Everyone is
Continue readingSisters of Bondage By Gavin Gerngross She filled the tube with her red. A prism of weeks reduced to jelly,
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