Indecent Charmer.

A Poem. Free-Verse.

A.ELIZABETHMIND

--

Photo by Nastya Kvokka on Unsplash

Now I lay me down to sleep; my soul is bare — not yours to keep!

Ink made up of the darkest of shades, will fall down your, vile, face at a leisurely pace.

Do not to blink! Keep your discolored and bloodshot eyes open!

I watched your show,

--

--

A.ELIZABETHMIND

My ideas on the complexities of our human mind’s with an appreciation for the “darker” realities— Whilst insisting, Hope, remains, unwavering, in all of us!.