Poetry · Writing Queen Street April 7, 2017 SamT.Gutierrez Bleeding through nigh high fallen glass between onyx smoke. All I heard was screaming. Terror struck feet stampede away. There was blood everywhere. The Queen bows for the fallen. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr 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: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
Saint's Muse 