Lipstick wearing the remnants of his parrot-soul, took a bite while it perched with wicked eye on my window sill. He busies himself coughing up blood on the carpet and I am napping, in finally-quiet.
05/10/2010
Posted on 05/10/2010Copyright © 2024 Cristy M.
Three short stanzas packing an epic punch. loved it. dark and beautiful.
