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: 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 