chattpoet
Here I am. I'm okay. Physically. I'm standing, but only just. She screams, vanishes, while I grasp At scents, tastes, and shadows And all the while the demons cackle, The artists serenade, enlighten, Slurs and blurs, shivers and shower…
Here I am. I'm okay. Physically. I'm standing, but only just. She screams, vanishes, while I grasp At scents, tastes, and shadows And all the while the demons cackle, The artists serenade, enlighten, Slurs and blurs, shivers and shower…