Vultures [Poetry] By Lexi Markham Vultures can smell frying flesh and Charred cells they descend from heaven on wings carrying death coasting over the waves of souls rising They hover above the unsuspecting the weak…Continue reading → Read on 12.23.24Poetry No Comments share
Poetry Finalist: “Dark Forest” By VOX ATL Trees claw,/ Birds crow,/ Stuck in the mud -/I have to go. Read on 08.19.15Atlanta Teen Voices Contests General Identity Poetry No Comments share
