Unsent Letters
everything unsaid
There’s a cracked tile
I’m afraid to cross
An ancient chasm which
Has gathered years of dirt
I scrape most of it into
A pen battered by chew marks
and scribble a droning
There’s a cracked tile
I’m afraid to cross
An ancient chasm which
Has gathered years of dirt
I scrape most of it into
A pen battered by chew marks
and scribble a droning
Aspiring novelist and amateur poet and op-ed writer on gay/queer/GSM topics. CA —> MN —> ? Stick around if I haven’t bored you yet.