I have still got roaches that crawl out my ears
Poor people habits they find immoral and weird
I like tortilla chips dipped in canned beans
So, used to being alone I cannot muffle the screams
"we only cut ourselves with the most luxurious of things
Not some rusty old razor we found in the sink"
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
