Posted on February 23, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
The floor is so cold tonight The dust scurries, moves, hides My palm takes the pulse of linoleum Wax, dirt, desire, finish, surface, sealer Remnants of shine, all but a bug skeleton speck We were the warmth, the life, struggle, the stumble Laying…
Category: PoetryTags: Author, Demons, Desire, Emotions, Love, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Sex, Witchcraft, Writer, Writing
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