
Yield When I direct you to gag me,itās not because I donāt have anything to say.Words fountain out of me like itās peak tourist season.Iām an oddity captured in the papers.I garble on my own excretaas it recycles and clogs the filters.Please, break the serial crimesI inflict upon myself.I surrender. Ā©2021 Aimee Nicole All rights [ā¦]
Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 08/11/21