Natcha (Will) Kulsetsophon
March 1, 2020
Crashes she does
into Siege
of clashing words
and lashing glares
a stew of derision
to cryptic rendition
the Loudening culminates
till fatigue arbitrates.
Odyssey
Poetry
Sometimes there are moments, Little fractions of time, These forgotten flashes, At the back of my mind. Part of me wanting to, ...
Rising golden smiles Gold etched dragon tiles Red silk threaded dress Red thread crafted light A big round table ...
Heard from the stalls from the whispers from the halls. The phantom jumps on onto your clothes onto your skin.  ...
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