Eternal Fever (Original Poetry)
3 Jul 2026 1 minute read 0 comments Krisz Rokk
You jumped up and down on the canvaswhile I was counting the piecesimmaculatedisorganizeda jigsaw puzzleI could scream at. Nothing makes senseexcept your presencewhen I’m breathingreloading the energy centerwith your ephemeral whisper. Two inches bel...