Purple crystals and canned ham ,
Twist oddly in the night togather like lovers .
Until a fart cuts through the silence .
What is that do I hear?
Somewhere in the cemetary two freaks and other shit nobody will cleary understand .
Fuck part 12 .
Unhappy endings ahoy.
Ivanka Eloise
Is a poet who even we here at the Frat don't understand what the hell she talking about .
But we are sure she clearly hears voices in her head and that's grounds enough to be at the Frat.
Her work has been published by many horn dog editors who clearly need to get out of the house .
She bases her existence around likes so you heart that shit or she will cut you .
Her work has been published by.
Build A Bear Workshop , The Hound Of Horn Dog Review, The UTB Anthology, On The Corner Qaurterly Poetry, The Backseat Chronicles and in the upcoming RQF Qaurtely.
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