Poems from izabunnyflufftail
Lovely Ummi,
I remember the hustle and bustle
Of the crowds, of the people--
Bodies pressed against each other,
Like the Baklava, you...
In the chthonian cacophony of this
Fast-paced world,
that never stops, never halts
Always turns, always runs,
Coffee drinking, Not really...
I used to be scared of the monsters under my bed,
Like all other kids, I was utterly petrified.
Over time, I thought the monsters
found...
Shattered pieces on the ground
There she lies, broken, and hollow
Angst-ridden words filling her mind--
Overflowing with words of sorrow....