take me through the flesh clad forest
along schematic landscapes of rubble
there are a million stop signs in the city
crimson as hate blood
tea is served in the motorway detour
the sassy girl says: how can i ever
regain my innocence now that i’ve tasted love?
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an astonishing mish-mash of poetry, reviews, unpublished features and everything else i can come up with - all content © Raquel Pinheiro unless otherwise stated
About Me
- Raquel Pinheiro
- Mondo Bizarre Magazine Editor-in-chief; translator, writer, photographer, painter, poet, dreamer that now and then makes collages and bakes.