BrownEyedWriter Writing

Velcro on my Lips I see torture chambers in your eyes. They all have blood spattered walls. I see guillotines, Pau de Araras, electric..

Godot I’m in the mood for some obscure literature. Samuel Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot” or, perhaps, Antony Hopkins..

Just Jazz I was cold and you came and clothed me in your love; we danced cheek to cheek, melting freezing melting The stree..