WE JOURNEY INTO THE NIGHT,
HUNGRY AND SATED,
ALL AT ONCE
FEELING AROUND
FOR A SEMBLANCE
OF WARMTH.
BUT THIS IS THE SEA,
STORMING FROM
COAST TO COAST
WITHIN MY
CUP OF TEA.
YOU ARE READING
soft light
شِعرi 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...
