Poetry · Writing fading April 1, 2020 SamT.Gutierrez loose colors twisting the ends slapping the packet against tired wrist i can feel the end grasping against air pressed against my throat inching forward bloody nails held vacant wasp fingernails to the hive only one queen 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...