Mist atop the mountain cools the skin, But fills the lungs and never leaves It is a thin, Mirage White…

There was once a place of rock and cloud Where men climbed moons  Their picks chiseling through antiquity devastated…

Red, neon red, fills my snow white flesh  Red trapezing through my veins  Fresh red, running down my finger  I’m…

I am woman “Exploited” from is in my dictionary exclusively Every single day But Tries of The Man to…