Rose Mallow The nude natural color Of the hibiscus leaf Reminds me of the tone In a dress she wore. Like the flower she was
An overdue goodbye The street had become a monster Whose appetite craved soul after s A beast with multiple addictions Cunning yet predictable Deceit
Brushetta The marble stairway Winding like a snake From my room on the second floor To the lobby in the hotel Which carried on out into the stre
Producing Conformity It began that first day of school I had insisted on wearing a leisur I boarded the bus and was laughed For what I felt looked quit good Dignified, a proper way to meet pe
