I had that dream again. Angry with the glue sealing my lips. Hot plastic slipping out. No idea what I’m missing because when I see 70, I see a beach with a cold wind up its spine. Anyway, What are you up to?
Original poetry, short stories, and other bits.
I had that dream again. Angry with the glue sealing my lips. Hot plastic slipping out. No idea what I’m missing because when I see 70, I see a beach with a cold wind up its spine. Anyway, What are you up to?