Poems from chunkycat
Among us still roam the crusaders,
who with the blunt ends of axes
gently ring our doorbells and press
their fierce, hooded gazes against...
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The clouds slide past
and rising, rustle against the
blank sky. Their grandeur
throws me off balance.
I wish I could throw off my...
feeling the red, white, and blue shadowspool in my crosslegged lap. Faraway gusts of awed laughter ripple through me. I wonder if the...