Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say and want us to believe. I’m sure as the lives were dropping there were many screams. Some silent while others echoed for years. Those were the ones I heard - the ones I still hear
By Bella Baba Perogies3 years ago in Fiction
Streets collect all the secrets. Deep ones, down inside with desires. Unknown to most, what is Their Territory, Land
By Bella Baba Perogies4 years ago in Poets
Energy wafting Transforming streets Baron Oozing Colors Painting Those Who walk After Floats Lit up Lamp posts Steeling back
