Monthly Archives: June 2018

Something like dying

  There are days when life is grand, Sold as fresh as morning fish Still scented with briny ocean dew, Eyes clear, flesh firm, glistening Pink hues held together by Indigo hued lines in unison. Days like these we hold … Continue reading

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Terror imagined

Watching the child splash the cold surf, I had a fleeting thought of last night when, Drunk with vodka and sex I saw this very youth, Wild eyed and hissing, upon your brown thighs. She splashes with glee in her … Continue reading

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