Stress level up hits a high not even time to peak from beneath the end zone of what has yet to come when all else fails there is no way out but to pull the cord on an empty parachute while silver spoons line lip stick shades drawn childlike images willow branches bending quiet summer …
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 