Belt by Rich Quatrone

BELT around her wrists around her feet pain and pleasure so very sweet i hate you she says i love you she says it’s all a dare to straighten hair she bites me i bite her back as if we Continue reading Belt by Rich Quatrone
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
BELT around her wrists around her feet pain and pleasure so very sweet i hate you she says i love you she says it’s all a dare to straighten hair she bites me i bite her back as if we Continue reading Belt by Rich Quatrone