“BLANKET On our bed there is a blanket It has been greeted by strangers Become a desert to missiles Filled with hurtful words and jealousy A pitched hillside Where hunched backs lay unmoving I’ve crawled into its darkness Night after… — Trisha North Copy Share Image
“INK Everything we know The things that haunt us in our sleep The scars, The joy, The sweat, The tears Is just a bit… — Trisha North Copy Share
“BLANKET On our bed there is a blanket It has been greeted by strangers Become a desert to missiles Filled with hurtful words and… — Trisha North Copy Share
