Rhyme, Rhyme
Rhyme, rhyme, so sublime - If you'd catch up with the times. Fine lines? Piece of cake! But the rain they've yet to make. Spells, spells. Ring the bells! Church says you will go to Hell. Words, words, all were heard! Weather patterns? None...
Inside
Kiss my raw wounds with your tongue flickering across burning ears, drenching wisps of tangled hair as tendons come undone. Unbending and unwinding tightened coils of pulsing veins. Keep searching. Knead my brain. Count carefully your...