Slight of hand with a side twist of fate smoke and mirrors up in a puff vaporize shifting grey eyes grab a hold of what is near and dear only one that gets out alive is the Svengali in us all with hands thrust deeply in the back pocket of our neighbors while holding a …
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 