Betsy Mars
The Well
I walked in the jaundice glow
of the strung-out streetlights,
dove into the ink –
pool of the endless night.
Betsy Mars is sometimes visited by poetry in her dreams when the monsters retreat to the closet.
05/16/2019 — 0
I walked in the jaundice glow
of the strung-out streetlights,
dove into the ink –
pool of the endless night.
Betsy Mars is sometimes visited by poetry in her dreams when the monsters retreat to the closet.