I don't cut anymore,
I just poke ink constellations
into my skin.
I will be
a walking, talking
night sky.
Beautiful, but
so very
dark.
YOU ARE READING
scribbles and drabbles
Şiira collection of drabbles, mostly one-line thoughts. a plentitude of emotions and hue poetry. many of these are tweets from my illhueminati twitter c: (c) mockingjayde 2013-2014
