Opaque and thick sheets. Wrap up the glass soldier, while the rest of the roll of plastic gets dipped in red. The eyes, like moss. xxxxx
writing as a way of life
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
The varied thoughts of a millennial modern linguist.
Talking about real things
Poetry and Poems
All that is me!
She turns coffee into books so she can afford to buy more coffee. And more books.
Fabulously Refined/Wildy Inappropriate
Author: The Eternals Series
I Kill My Own Spiders
Just A Little Orchid, Blooming Away
A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.