Poems from mayrobin
Where it once met feast and leisure,
its nails now bore deep to anchor a carcass swinging through summer blossoms.
Though passerby assume...
Because I cannot speak
Because I do not speak
I have stopped, not knowing how to let them out:
these hounds from their cages
Because to...
I'm small.
And I've got kinks,
in my hair,
in my spirit.
I'm small and I'm odd.
My mind developed a bit differently;
it was both...