Left Behind on the Left Track
Dedicated to 111.
My emotions overwhelm me
Come in waves, much like tsunamis.
I back up from these armies,
These governments have the clear want
To harm me.
Forced to empty my pockets,
But kept my soul on me.
Dedicated to 111.
My emotions overwhelm me
Come in waves, much like tsunamis.
I back up from these armies,
These governments have the clear want
To harm me.
Forced to empty my pockets,
But kept my soul on me.
Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.
Culture, art, interviews, poetry. Editor for Rainbow Salad & Counter Arts. https://linktr.ee/reecebeckett