Stephies Poems

Too Much Nothing The Shadowman The One
Untitled They Autumn
Garnet A Summery Deep Anger
Excuses Niasen Iexvana Return To Basics

Niasen Iexvana

Barely five feet tall
Bloodthirsty and deranged
Chews her nails obsessivly.

Glaring and angry
Eyerolling and drooling
Sweet sixteen? I think not.

An outcast
A nobody
A somebody
A sinner.

Gabbling in tounges noone speaks
Mirror writing.

Hiding under the stairs
Peering through vents
Crawling amoung filth
And spiders.

Niasen Iexvana.
Who is she really?