Awoken

It was black, when I knew it Before I was dead When I woke near the morgue Mistaken Misshapen Lacking warmth   I chose, to pick lightness Arose savage and yet, Weaker like a gazelle,…

Jess King

JESS has a bottle of lemonade, he sits on ‘the verandah.’ JESS: Knowing that someone you love may not ever come back, it kills you – figuratively speaking. Until they left I could pretend that…