Poetry · Writing white picket castle; pitchfork mob August 25, 2019 SamT.Gutierrez i don’t believe you like i used to words fall from heavy tongue braiding my hair with twisted fingers not like how you used to memory of our night carries me like a knight off to the kingdom sleeping without a thought of the fire outside Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...