Poems from bri_rhodes

He was my bandaid.      I was his confidant. He was fun in bed. I was scared of becoming attached. He was my friend and potential lover. I...
The art of saving isn’t hard to master. Just a few months of training will do. Still,  The first death always feels like a disaster.   We...
SHE KEPT COMING BACK TO IT, THE EMOTIONLESS ROBOT THAT USED TO BE A MAN. BUT HE WAS COMPLETELY GONE, REPLACED BY NOTHINGNESS IN A MERE...
A thrumming beat echoesThroughout the slums of Brooklyn,Exploding from beat boxes that pumpEnergetic life into a decaying city. Rustic...