Reapers by Teodor Nihtianov Reapers Aren’t her eyeslike a faded picture.An old soulin a young creature. Dresses like her favorite singer.Eyebrows frayed at the edge.Tongue like a bee’s stinger. And in this dreamwe float forever.Thinking we are bothso clever. This site contains affiliate links to products. We may receive a commission for purchases made through… Read More Reapers