When Death Is Near by Elliott Brown why petals blow i do not know in a springtime breeze. Death cannot see a sign of me when after me he walks. Submit a poem for analysis. Human Soup by Elliott Brown Water splashes.
Soap stings the eyes.
Clean skin squeaks delightedly. The cold night presses against the windows. The rising steam distorts the reflections of the deformity in the bathtub. Submit a poem for analysis. Everything casting macabre dancers on a dead lawn.