ipoetry doesnt have to rhyme... it doesnt have to have perfect flow. It just has to be, and it has to have purpose.

very good... keep it up
opiuser Reviewed by opiuser on . I have something.... that familiar thickness of blood metallic and rich like brocade velvet it wells up against my skin streaks of heat down my arm shooting stars through a numb constellation tickling the ends of my fingers dotting the floor little exclamation points do I feel that do I feel Rating: 5