HOLD MY HEAD UP TO THE BURNING SUN
LET ITS CLEANSING RAYS PENETRATE BRAIN
I HOPE MY EYES ROLL BACK INTO THEIR SOCKETS
I HOPE MY GUTS STEAM AND LEAK OUT MY THROAT
I HOPE MY NAILS FALL OFF
I HOPE IT LETS ME FEEL SOMETHING
I HOPE IT LETS ME CARE
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
