poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Torment me now,Sinner,Dig my grave for me above waterMake it so I gasp at every senseEvery breath of every wordMake me question my own doingsMake me second guess whether the flowers are wateredLet me breathe fresh water againOh sinnerAt 14 you knew just like I did that what you did was madnessMy body drowning in […]