Bodies squeezed into alcoves
My brain buzzes with the sound of my dread
Hands tremble too much to be productive
Sometimes I whisper I'm dead
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of Various Poems
PoetryBet you didnt know I write weird, spur-of-the-moment poetry only my friends like, huh?
Look At My Edgy Mess
Bodies squeezed into alcoves
My brain buzzes with the sound of my dread
Hands tremble too much to be productive
Sometimes I whisper I'm dead
