poem

From Stephen King

“I’ve been thinking about spiders, spiders don’t scuttle, they don’t.”

‘Becoming’

                                               I am the moon     but instead of the moon moon    I am a dirty mirror moon    A sticky toffee pudding moon   with forbidden decadence                         A painful moon with a painful moon heart                                                  and in pain          in cries      for new stars around me                 in desperation for my old […]