by Jon-Marc Seimon
IN THE DESERT
I SAW A CREATURE, NAKED, BESTIAL
WHO, SQUATTING UPON THE GROUND,
HELD HIS HEART IN HIS HANDS,
AND ATE OF IT. Continue reading “Bitter Heart”
by Jon-Marc Seimon
IN THE DESERT
I SAW A CREATURE, NAKED, BESTIAL
WHO, SQUATTING UPON THE GROUND,
HELD HIS HEART IN HIS HANDS,
AND ATE OF IT. Continue reading “Bitter Heart”