Would every single stricken chicken,
feathers plucked and out of luck,
legs pulled as your lips smack
through another hurried lunch,
prefer to roost
egg for you today?
posted on dverse open link night 108.
Wearing wrap-around seduction. A blindfold angel in black. Mirrors to glimpse a fine troubled prince? Dressed-up pathway to the soul ...
and ‘good evening’ you say, with your will to encapsulate a world in two simple words. you drag me to your angle, box up...
Billions slip along its bullion branches sliding towards the grasping, greedy, greasy palms, of the high/ mighty, fake empty pockets w...