Poems from Amaniy

Coffee colored roots burgeon up from the hazel chocolate soil that has been dispersed throughout the thing we call time.   As the roots and...
She sits still, her voice cracking from the fear of the hideous creature before her. Any slight movement and she will be killed slowly and...
The leaves of autumn spill and fall. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, its rhythmic sounds. Early Morning symbolical verses and rotting leaves that...