#smallpoems Creatures lay dormant tucked in fetal position claws scraping on sinew of your soul until drips of Dionysus's residue drip past broken rea
#smallpoems Creatures lay dormant tucked in fetal position claws scraping on sinew of your soul until drips of Dionysus's residue drip past broken realites an encrusted eye opens and it begins devouring and dancing upon time's imagined future
Greg McVerry