Filthy
Anus Horribilis: Tragedy Domestica
Anus horribilus If you don't wipe Not too hard tho Or the paper turns Well.. what? - brown plus red: Terra cotta Toilet Rosetta stone-like Parchment, Or scroll Of problematic bowels - Someone said annual I heard anal - Someone said therapist I screamed Sex offender * Thanks for reading! Little bit of Tuesday subversive fun. Isn't language fun. Or is this just me hiding darker, more serious themes beneath a swirling sea of sewage?
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
The Last Light of Summer
The cicadas sang their final symphony as Maya stood on her grandmother's porch, watching the sun bleed orange across the Kentucky hills. September had arrived with its bittersweet promise—the end of freedom, the return to structure, the closing of another chapter in her rapidly disappearing childhood.
By The Curious Writer7 months ago in Poets
