poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
claws find themselves twisting the little ends of my astrocyteslike stars you have found to appear even in the brightest of nights,the inside of my eyes now a maze,zig zag, jolt across the harmonies that drift me into sleep,why do you come to harm me?even with my eyes closed,who let you enter the gates of […]
Dear Child,Did they not teach you to love others?how cracked did your ribs become, when you fell?I heard you said it felt good, that it was fun,But I guess thats what you’re like,that the uniform of a cage you wear is wearing thin,Who came and placed bleach within the gaps?Who flushed out the last part […]