The horde

Astride a tattered apishamore, the gossamer flesh of perception interflows with her own translucence Harassed by the frenzied sycamores, as they gaure through contempt and dissonance They blindly hurl their calumnies, rendering her angelic glow foredone She bears in this chaos her harmony, smearing just running kohl into war paint Emboldened by the vile loess,Continue reading “The horde”


She thought it was fantastic her thin smile always plastic And gained many sycophants who just wanted in her pants Thought their admiration real that she had real sex appeal Her heart’s what would truly show hidden plots, intentions faux She teased to keep them at bay so she then could have her way RatherContinue reading “Plastic”


her satin tongue ere ever sprung wefts and warps lies to be strung ‘hind silken maw and tightened jaw her needle guards pierce red and raw it’s her defense and recompense a loving heart the pain immense so shifting eye and shifting lie will weave the tales but then deny she’ll not devolve instead absolveContinue reading “Satin”