Poetry

My gremlins went shopping one nightin the center of life, under flickering light,looking for outfits—no ordinary strife—for the grand, velvet galaof this beautiful life. Invitation only, no shortcuts, no seams,no borrowing courage, no half-lived dreams.We wanted something sexy, something that gleams,for futures of laughterand reckless moonbeams. Something black and razor-sharp, tailored and clean,for victories earned […]