I stand in the parking lot alone Waiting to be taken from here Your handprint is on my face Your belt is on my back Your words in my head
By Jenna Gettsabout a year ago in Poets
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say,” someone whispered into Amber’s ear in an attempt to scare her.
By Jenna Getts3 years ago in Futurism
