i want to fill you into the gaps of my heart that i cant mend. paint you into the cracks with the red from your own veins. and write about you when every inch of you is poisioned by my touch.
—b.
YOU ARE READING
THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
