Standing on the sidewalk a small man with a cigar leering past a puff of smoke clouds camouflage his true intentions conveyor belt rolls me in to a land of the unknown no cart just a red basket in hand and the lights glare chasing the shadows clarity is a check out counter and the …
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 