strip off my skin, and all there'd be are bones and a soul that longed to be embraced by the words that were once the arsonist of my flesh, hollowed my vessel into nothing.
give me a mirror as I cry and tell him he's enough. kiss me as I scream the whispers of my heart.
let me bleed.
let the papers be drenched with gold, blue, and red.
inscribe each letter onto my diary, and tell the world that this was me.
once flesh,
once weeping,
once a child on his bed writing.
words arranged into something to make sense of something // kenn
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PoesíaWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
