Morning routineA Poem by Ina WaltzI brushed my teeth with
blood and paint spat on you like you were
a canvas you forced your fingers
in my rainbow mouth pulled out my tongue to hold me hostage but I splattered a story
with a single cough convincing you I can not
love © 2013 Ina Waltz |
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Ina WaltzZagreb, -- Please Select --, CroatiaAboutI write poetry and short stories. I also draw and paint abstract images that my mind creates in order to understand the world and myself. I cannot live without creative outlet; when I don't write/pain.. more..Writing
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