Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 5

Stumblebum Dawn To some, dusk is a stumblebum dawn tripped on the stairs. A grand entrance was planned, the staircase fabulous, the dazzling sunlight behind the window atop the stairs half blinding all the upturned eyes awed by the sight of that top-floor prodigy prepared, preordained to gracefully descend. But reckless feet tangled in the … Continue reading Carcinogenic Poetry Recap No. 5