When we know more, do more, when we know better, do better.
A tribe of sleepy teens lay scattered around the house, some have relocated to the sofa closest to the heat, to warm bitter cold toes on midnight runs to the bathroom.
By TJ Gordon3 years ago in Feast
Without Consent A rage has been building through time Generations of suffering A body no longer mine Laws to protect
By TJ Gordon3 years ago in Poets
Unexplained white matter Tiny white dots Scattered across my mind Unexplained white matter Random lesions of different size