"shh she can hear you."
i sleep with one eye open
in the dead of night.
i can hear the motion
of all the potions,
making sketches into the ocean;
attracting churning emotions.
my mind,
bruised bountiful,
peachy,
is turning sour.
a powerful sense,
i began to devour.
an eternal memory
stored within the core,
it left me wanting more.
YOU ARE READING
my broken thoughts 𐦍༘⋆
Poetryજ⁀➴ a collection of my broken thoughts i call poetry₊⊹
