Poetry: "Hunger" by A.S.

It’s the balance of impulse

A carnival attraction of denial

Being the Freak Show

Caged with satin sheets

Being fed a steady diet of her

When all you crave is “Him”

It’s crossed legs

Lowered eyes

Notice me!

Notice me!

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July

Playing pretend

Aren’t I coy?

Legs crossed

Eyes lowered

Waiting to be devoured

Poetry: Amigos by R.F.

Dime con quien andas, y te diré quién eres

Que seria de mí

Cuando en tu presencia

Ella que anda con lobos, un aullar se enseña

Se dicen mentiras sobre tu

Sin embargo caminas el mismo camino que hacen

Poetry: Untitled #1 by A.S.

I wonder if he knows how I can wrap myself around a pillow,

And pretend –

That I am Everything,

But incomplete.