WebA Poem by SpitfireGrrrl
i have an avatar of
my face - lips zippered so that all the words beating against my teeth are corralled, to starve and die six hundred digital strangers wearing gloves made of gossip and voyeurism - the tips of their fingers ready to pound out perfectly affected ambiguity one breeds the other.
© 2018 SpitfireGrrrl |
Stats
132 Views
1 Review Added on March 30, 2018 Last Updated on March 30, 2018 AuthorSpitfireGrrrlDallas, GAAboutI've been coming and going from here for a while now. I'll just... stop writing for a while and step away, then come back for a little while. :) It's been lots of fun reading all the new stuff from.. more..Writing
|