MacKenzie's Magical Realm of RazzappleFunDip
This is the spectacular portion of the site in which poetry by MacKenzie (an anonymous third party) is displayed.
She cuts. But unlike the tourtured cleavers who slash to respite their stabbing spasms, her disire lies in prying eyes. I've often wondered the necessity. The imprisoned eagle eye that's chained to the ever eager lips, when tourture its spying stare. But from her Judas-window she sits artless, exhibiting broken skin. Her attempt is of course commendable. Still I say its only a matter of time before senseless handicraft will scare for life.
