Guest Poem: Itching
Itching I am well practiced at letting lesser things slip from the tip of my lips. Call it bullheadedness. Call it incapable of forgiveness. But know that when provoked I’ll grasp and grab at words to ensure your reserve is...
Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Itching I am well practiced at letting lesser things slip from the tip of my lips. Call it bullheadedness. Call it incapable of forgiveness. But know that when provoked I’ll grasp and grab at words to ensure your reserve is...