Within Reach, Uncertain Magazine
featuring Andrew Smith
"The clouds arch down
seeing past your moans of monogamy
I inhale every last atom leaving nothing but blue
balls of castration In this pain listen past
the stillness of the water until you hear the
butterflies around the convulsing body in the bathroom
I exhale and your loads disrupt the roots of what has been reality
My hair reeks of your cum and my own but the bark is still scaring"
a poem by Andrew Smith
