like space
an ever-growing expanse of chaos
i expand outwards
ever upwards, ever inwards
look at this body
this prison
this cage
i look in the mirror
and shrink away from
this grotesque
this rage
i could end it all
could end it all
end it all
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue