Little Dead Dress

Broken? Maybe Scarred? No doubt The mask On the inside And the stain Without

Paper Airplanes

Paper airplanes Riding on a whim Lightly wrinkling Sleeping on the wind   Slower than a jet Losing every bet A sailor in the storm The way that she was born   Paper airplanes Quiet, faintly thin Watching all the People watching him   No engines made of steel Wheels that squeak and squeel No … Continue reading Paper Airplanes