Poems from ArtKid
my mouth opens,but the only thing I can feel ismy throat crushing in on itself,constricting on its own,pressuring the fragile chords...
Gray business doesn't seem to matter,but gray matter seems to be everyone's business. The goal was written before you were...
Innocence personified.Bubbling and laughing at nothing, anything, everythingGurgling and swerving at imagined toysHow can anything be more...