The Cut Off.
By Taylor Drake A short poem about how great checking out is when it comes to toxic people. Like tearing
Heaven.
By Taylor Drake | Image provided by @SpaceLiminalBot on Twitter. This poem and others are available on the @pulpczar Instagram. Now if you don’t
Circumnavigate
Taylor Drake The clouds take the shape of wave file patterns; an overnight flight to the grand white pebble beaches
Fleeting
By Taylor Drake I wrote this one with blood stained hands, where the ink begins and my own claret ends,
MF Doom Dedication.
By Taylor Drake Life is hard to look at knowing you aren’t lingering behind the scenes. Probably sipping green MD