PENHEAD PRESS CHALLENGE: #4 Two Lines — by Norah Vawter
Lie Next To Me — a villanelle That raw poison used to shake my soul. I am no longer angry at the world — Now, lie next to me, and I am whole. When…
Lie Next To Me — a villanelle That raw poison used to shake my soul. I am no longer angry at the world — Now, lie next to me, and I am whole. When…