trigger warning
some parts of this book contain passages with profanity, violence, rape, self-harm, and suicide which may not be suitable for some audiences. please consider your comfort level before reading.
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disclaimer
this book is a superficial attempt of artistry, a creation of half-hearted musings. poetry rules do not apply.
the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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blurb
wherein delilah's best friend, isabeau, drowned in the open sea where she never learned to swim.
as delilah mourns her loss, her guilty mind casts off her intimate cries onto the back pages of her self-made book of rage.
the rawest of love exudes wicked things; you would let them cut your skin and your heart would shiver by the torrid redness of intimacy.
and it was all written in this diary.
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17, Still Can't Swim
Poetryshe took madness too seriously, all written in paper with her own blood.
