Midnight Poetry

The Huntress by Herbert Innocent

Midnight Poetry ›

06:24 | Mar 1st, 2025

Just was it? Never what you’d expect.Raw, flesh, bloodied red and dirt earth.Like the taste of water sediment echoing in an empty cup.Now I am taken back. To a foreign land, This terrain my skin. Tran...Show More



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