I once heard a story about someone
gardening without gloves
and dying from rare bacteria
that ate him
from the inside out.
It got me thinking,
if the quiet rot
in a handful of soil
can mean the end,
how likely are you to be
the little death under my fingernails?
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Blood Orange Periphery
ПоэзияMy suicide had been two years in the making when I decided not to follow through at the last minute. Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This coll...
