Words are my first love. I’m rusty but back at it! Storytelling as I go…
It began with a dream; a terror that aching hearts make. When shadows of sun tattoo daymares onto flesh; the stench of burning chests isn't enough
By Moni Martinezabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Eyes fall over her hourglass as she walks by causing hips to catch a glimpse of what it must feel like to be but a grain of sand from her figure of time.
By Moni Martinezabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Draw me close; pull me in smooth, soft and supple creases magnetic gaze - our eyes lock and grip tension in between spaces.
By Moni Martinezabout 8 hours ago in Poets
State of The Union Animal’s Farm; wallowing PIGS. Plump with insatiable appetites.
By Moni Martinezabout 19 hours ago in Poets
