Poems from RillieKreke
Man, this is gross
Do you ever wash your feet?
I'm down here, keeping your toes warm
And I'm repaid with
A stench so horrid
If I had a...
She watches the grandfather clock swing
Wtih ever pass, she asks the constant questions
Why did he leave?
What did she do?
Was it her...
She wakes up in the descending darkness
Her damp cheek against the cool pillow
A cool breeze ruffes the curtains
She struggles to grasp...