“Probably, ghosts are allergic to us. Our uproarious Breathing & ruckus. Our eruptions, our disregard For dust.” LifeDeathPoetryPoemDustGhosts Book:American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin Source: American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin
“I live a life That burns a hole through life, that leaves a scar for life, That makes me weep for another life. Define life.” LifePoetryPoemTrauma Book:American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin Source: American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin
