I have been baptized by the flames of my turmoil and the tides of my dissociation, you will not break me or burn me because I crack my ribs open every night so that I might catch a glimpse of the fire.
YOU ARE READING
Hysterical letters to my sanity
Poetrya collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)
oh glory be religion
I have been baptized by the flames of my turmoil and the tides of my dissociation, you will not break me or burn me because I crack my ribs open every night so that I might catch a glimpse of the fire.