spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
She was just an egg in the deep green sea, one amongst a thousand. Her soft shell was orange-pink and kept her safe for a little while. She poked a claw out one moonlit night and pushed her way free, turned and swallowed that… Continue Reading “Daemona”
Poetry by Charles Joseph
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