Poems from Bmuya12
The world calls us different because apparently I’m wrong.
And the feelings I feel inside me just don’t really belong.
I’m a boy, yes I...
Wings churching, brilliant orange light,
the unsettled monarch now leaps into flight.
first one beat then two beats, then three and then...
Arachnid terror, dark creature of the night
that haunts the cupboards like a blackened wight
this fantastical creation who we appoint king...