It's the final countdown,
final call
Final soft thud of my head against the wall
Full throttled abstention
Just one week to go
I'm google over-drive
And it's starting to...
Alice stood in form
Against the fabric of her being
A three-syllabled stitch repurposing her body as one with the clade
“I dissent”
She stood firmly for the...
It's christmas morning, 7am. My siblings and I, gittering with excitement as the clock's hand strikes
the precarious angle. A permitence to wake our parents,...
