Littlest Brontides | cereseithne
Minor
Only fatuous malevolence
would completely construe
the rancid feats and all your
gasconade──treating my
screams and blues so minor
because you deemed that
it was petty.
YOU ARE READING
Littlest Brontides
PoetryAn anthology tackling the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices and other musings coming as littlest brontides with a hope that their low rumbles may find their ways to you. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne
