in the pencil forest of midnight i stand at the crossroads
talking to the fireman.
my husband is gone: gang-banged by a blotto football team and i am
alone now
with my hallways and my doors
that open to other doors.
in the pencil forest of midnight i stand at the crossroads
talking to the fireman.
my husband is gone: gang-banged by a blotto football team and i am
alone now
with my hallways and my doors
that open to other doors.