"Too many eyes", Edward thinks. The tingling areas on his skin grow hotter as he navigates the bustling sidewalk. He makes an about-face and, parting the crowd with his arms, hurries back toward his apartment building...

No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.
"Too many eyes", Edward thinks. The tingling areas on his skin grow hotter as he navigates the bustling sidewalk. He makes an about-face and, parting the crowd with his arms, hurries back toward his apartment building...