Poetry · Writing Fraction January 12, 2017 SamT.Gutierrez Spilt in half. The needle weaving in and out of weak thread pulling apart the remains of my heart. Needle jabs the fractured remains of my brusied heart lacing it together like fresh Nike’s. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames. View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
Saint's Muse 