Best Poems Written by Heather Tipple

Inside the night of the kill

In the night of the calm the reckoning of thee passing killer will walk right through tall like thee other side. I'm at nationally tuning nervously in thee night of thee calm. The skin on my arms are thickened and greatly right at his voice starts it completely goes away like I no longer have skin on mmy arms anymore, I was so scared tiny of this moment when his questions were flowing at mee.

Copyright © Heather Tipple | Year Posted 2023