by Martyn Crucefix | Aug 5, 2025 | Young Poets
Silence Cocaine-tipped tragedy carved with gold- plated powder, sniffing dandruff like the sun cracks for her. Addicted to the lies. Eaten by mice and Trojan skies. Bereft of belief. Delightful yellowing teeth. Fire-torn creature. The child with bruised eyes....
by Martyn Crucefix | Feb 14, 2025 | Young Poets
love poem you want a love poem? (“yeah,” you say, confidently).okay, I’ll give you a love poem.I love –(wind crackles in the trees, the light bulbs flicker,paint continues its residence under my fingernails.time stops, but only for a second.)– well actually, the point...
