Words are my first love. I’m rusty but back at it! Storytelling as I go…
The Monarch's wings spread out to welcome the sun. Celebrating success over trials won. Its color schemes emit the feeling of ease,
By Moni Martinezabout 22 hours ago in Poets
It began with a dream; a terror that aching hearts make. When shadows of sun tattoo daymares onto flesh; the stench of burning chests isn't enough
By Moni Martinez6 days ago in Poets
Eyes fall over her hourglass as she walks by causing hips to catch a glimpse of what it must feel like to be but a grain of sand from her figure of time.
Draw me close; pull me in smooth, soft and supple creases magnetic gaze - our eyes lock and grip tension in between spaces.
State of The Union Animal’s Farm; wallowing PIGS. Plump with insatiable appetites.
