BlogHide Resteemsranju (25)in poem • 7 years agoMonkey SlaughterThe bark of apple trees, injured by nails, drip stem juices. Their heads swim in smoky dizziness. Agitating monkeys are flung down to the grassy floor. Bloodred tongues roll them up.…ranju (25)in fiction • 7 years agoThe PoemOn a wooden bench, the little girl was playing with her cat. “There is this thing dear.” The little boy said. “Not the love thing again.” The girl said and the cat smirked. “There is a poem I…
