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...
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,...
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...
