skip to main |
skip to sidebar
ceaseless,
ceaseless.
the precision along the lines,
the contours, the ballads, heaving, leaving,
maybe,
maybe. and up the bridge of her nose,
over the articulated
hairline and black, gossamer lashes
in a syncopated flutter. flutter
and another argumentary shrill.
All original written work on this site, unless otherwise indicated, by Suyeon Son, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
free web directory
1 comments:
i love your writing.
i can only dream of writing like this :)
Post a Comment
a;sdkf go.