Poems from ninafrost00

I lean against the locker, Hard and cold on my back Breathing in and out, Keeping it in track.   She's coming for me.   My fingers have...
Seven little dwarves carrying bricks; One strained too much and then there were six.   Six little dwarves went for a dive; One went too...
Our city is falling to bits. Potholes scattered. Building mattered, but now reside to dust. Look down Bailey Avenue and what do you see? N-...