love me or kill me.
play, slot shards between my ribs,
my dear Hazelwood.
defile me and stay stuck.
i'll tell you right where it hurts,
make it hurt better.
YOU ARE READING
weeds.
Poetrysometimes you need to return to the soil to feel the triumph of what once grew.
desperation chronicles
love me or kill me.
play, slot shards between my ribs,
my dear Hazelwood.
defile me and stay stuck.
i'll tell you right where it hurts,
make it hurt better.
