“Shoes Three souls know the impossibility Of true union under vile duress One wife to the desert without her shoes Pretender fills with empty void fullness While Demuzi sits in ostrich blind posture One setting less the fragile mind burns… — Brenda S. Tolian Copy Share Image
“I once loved a guy who fashioned himself as some sort of gothic paradox. He liked to slice his arms in small cuts and spent hours sewing them shut. He liked to bleed, but only a little bit at a time. He tripped out on girls who spun fire, and those who would lay down with his papers in their… — Brenda S. Tolian Copy Share
“Shoes Three souls know the impossibility Of true union under vile duress One wife to the desert without her shoes Pretender fills with empty… — Brenda S. Tolian Copy Share Image
