Small boy tender child Wide brown eyes With an angelic smile… That could melt butter - in his mouth While dripping sweet Saccharine like words Of lies and deceit One push Slight of hand Reaches out To be held - poor little sister Cracked skull Echoed cries and life ...swing in the balance Baby dolls …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 