my body moves
and pulses
like a phobia
in a wretched mind
i pull the veil
over my face
face of fear
and tragedy
YOU ARE READING
the veiled lady/hailstones between my teeth
Poetrythere is nothing out there there is nothing beyond this here this is it *** 12/16/23 first book of poetry there is nothing beyond
IMAGINE ME SAYING THIS AS MY SKIN IS FALLING OFF MY BONES RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES
my body moves
and pulses
like a phobia
in a wretched mind
i pull the veil
over my face
face of fear
and tragedy