down like an old tail that's tired of moving back and forth.

An arsenal of homespun contraptions manoeuvred metronomically carouseling alight his cranium and lamplighting his stem-cell cupboard. Unimpressed, the small boy stuck his tongue out and my shapely six year old legs add layers to our snail-like existence.

Llorando - Rebekah Del Rio

My heart beats and clicks, like a ticking bomb