evil wine speak
you look so pretty in every color
god you're so old
and i so young
empty bottle basement
child's home, fate
is tiny hands
bodies blend
to time and
silhouttes
let me lead you home
YOU ARE READING
soft light
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...
