Tag: Chimera
-
CHIMERA by Vievee Francis
I have no charms. Admittedly. No gold comb can move through This mane. My skin is not translucent. It is not soft. Mine is a tail to fear. I know.
An Electronic Literary Journal
An Electronic Literary Journal
I have no charms. Admittedly. No gold comb can move through This mane. My skin is not translucent. It is not soft. Mine is a tail to fear. I know.