you killed me.
your facial hair,
the perfume of your bones
in the mix with tobacco and how you filled my mouth.
Rearrenge my psique
it was poison.
like my healing heart shifting into the prettiest garden
a sad
YOU ARE READING
Muddy, warm hearts
Poetrybeat-inspired-poetry collection. i blossomed through the mud, like the lotus flower, and so i met my way toward Death again. copyright © 2017 poems by @akahanadaniela.
