Funnel Face Posted on January 19, 2013 by clawfish wool cocoon, fold hooded head coiled into room waiting for sundowns wisdom and the choking solace without resonance loud, bitter eyes would shed tears if seen burning lips, wishing for a moment of flesh, to savor and devour in own lair Share this:ShareEmailLinkedInFacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...