sleepette

Nobody bothered to tell their story.

Flaxen beauty. Like a stifling summer day; like fields of wheat at sunrise, like thin little wisps of golden thread embroidered around a flowering face. It is light and it ...

(Not a poem, don't call the police, but can I just say that I wholeheartedly reject the concept of this thread because poetry can't actually be bad. All these poems ...

A bit dramatic, though I'd say rather tastefully so. I think it'd be a kind of hit and miss with each individual reader, but nonetheless strong overall. The use of ...