Well, shit. I wrote a sestina for school, but didn’t do it well. The song in my mind struck the wrong chord until a told f to eff off,
By Frau Gern4 months ago in Poets
I was hot once. Second glances followed me home like puppies smelling steak and cuddles. Ripe melons perched under my collar bone,
By Frau Gern2 years ago in Poets
a stained glass veil shades my skin in vivid green while sugars fly down a crooked slide to fill my pitted middle.
By Frau Gern4 years ago in Poets
I told my stylist I want a change. He sliced away a foot and a half of hair. He cut the strands of Clairol Light Ash Brown,
