he grips my coffee
Eyes swallow me like a swarm
Brewed hate pours on me.
My work:
Patheos,
The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,
The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books
Silent Bites by Eukalypto
How does it work?
Oh wow, that last line! Brewed hate, jist wow!
A striking poem—absolutely chilling.
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Oh wow, that last line! Brewed hate, jist wow!
A striking poem—absolutely chilling.