sometimes i wonder
if it's been too long.
will the page reject me?
will words scorn me?
then i remember
you cannot forget how to breathe
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
n e g l e c t
sometimes i wonder
if it's been too long.
will the page reject me?
will words scorn me?
then i remember
you cannot forget how to breathe
