“deep in the most sober corners of her”
you'll find broken needles
where no sword could penetrate.
[A/N]
TAKING DRUGS IS NOT COOL.
YOU ARE READING
youngth
Poetrypoetry for the pretentious, by yours most impulsive. notice, the author is a moody mean machine and you have been notified. also, this is cas poetry. not her serious work. xoxo, imkeaha {for now}
red rashes / blue bruises
“deep in the most sober corners of her”
you'll find broken needles
where no sword could penetrate.
[A/N]
TAKING DRUGS IS NOT COOL.
