Poems from rawan.abdallah.7

A crickety seasaw with an invisible old man on the other end.  You go up and down, sometimes close to falling, but you hold on,...
The taste of blood on her lips, She opens them. It drips, On the floor, She lays, A dark pool in the midst of a glittering forest, She...
The taste of blood on her lips, She opens them. It drips, On the floor, She lays, A dark pool in the midst of a glittering forest, She...