on the queer girl fantasy
I love women. I mean in the way that one chooses her own murder over men.
Body softened with gasoline & ash. To be unearthed by hands searching for rain
& crawl out of that grave into the story where there's no one else. Just her smile
set on bend of my skull, a coronet. Her eyelash the curve of two wings in flight.
I will always love her like walking into fire. She will always be the kind of pretty so sharp
it feels lik loving a knife.
- Natalie Wee
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poems I like
Poesíathis is a collection of poems that made me feel a certain way. I hope you can enjoy them too. I didn't involve any quotes, because I personally think that is a whole different genre, but let me know if you would be interested. „Some people survive...
