crawl inside me
look at this hole
this perfect hole i have crafted
it is for you
it is your shape
please fill me
i have started to bleed
and i cannot stop
i do not know how
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
h o l e
crawl inside me
look at this hole
this perfect hole i have crafted
it is for you
it is your shape
please fill me
i have started to bleed
and i cannot stop
i do not know how
