In a well-lit room in the back of the house were where they were sitting. Don Mateo Troia sat behind his large oak desk. His family was true to his name. He had become the head of his la Familia by pimping hookers on the streets of the west coast. He had...
Gentle archesReddish brown Traced alongThe barest sound As my fingerStrokes your brow Each touch lends strengthTo hope struck down Waxy finishWiry feel You close your eyesAs I set free The wearinessThat chafes your soul A heart so fullIt overflows Then bl...
I cried again todayI do most days as I awakeQuestioning why I stayTethered unhappily to lifeTears and panic set inI struggle and thrash aboutTrying to quiet my mindI listen to the calming soundYour voice whispering the wordsCalming the inexplicable anxiet...
