poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
The battle of tongues,amongst thorns and roses,a velvet suprise of warmth and juvenliethroats closed up,I let the tear run back up,reverse the time we had,a cassette pulling back the reel,click click stop,as if you were never here,juvenile behaviour,scoff at the burning.mock my eyes for the water that boils,fix the leak in socket, you told me […]