the 21st portfolio

musings of creatives and literary critics of the 21st century.

Author: caines

  • Adaptation of Sonnet 130

    Yes my lady your eyes are blue Yes you have lips dripping in blood White ash glazed over and black roots grew from your temple Your roses wilt White and red turned to coal Cheeks so soft cold to the touch Yes my lady you disgust me But to confirm don’t speak yet Your words…