a poem about the enfield horror I’m an armpit leaping around the woods on three legs waiting for police to arrest me I’m the living embodiment of coughing up hairballs and gathering them into a pile and jumping into the hairballs like dead leaves in fall
cryptid in july poetry day 09, the enfield horror
cryptid in july poetry day 09, the enfield…
cryptid in july poetry day 09, the enfield horror
a poem about the enfield horror I’m an armpit leaping around the woods on three legs waiting for police to arrest me I’m the living embodiment of coughing up hairballs and gathering them into a pile and jumping into the hairballs like dead leaves in fall