Her hair: unusually short
Her height: strangely tall
Her feet: somewhat large
Her hands: abnormally small
Her skin: a peculiar canvas
Each eye had a seperate rule
But so sick was she of ridicule
Her smile destroyed them all
Monthly Archives: October 2016
Nowhere on Pause
That moment before the future,
That directly succeeds the past.
If you’re lucky you’ll even catch it,
Through its travel; though it never lasts.
I Eat Let.ers 