i let mint fester
in the front of my mouth as
a sleeping
beauty,
while hunger slips in t
-he back of my
throat and i try to forget
her
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Poetryi just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addict...
