afternoon tea
" pity me not,
for i
am ashamed;
utterly ashamed
that i, too,
have begun to
pity myself "
YOU ARE READING
The Faults in Utopia
PoetryThere will always be fault in the most glistening diamond castles, a witch in every Oz, a monster under every bed. But sometimes, the monster doesn't live under your bed, because sometimes, the monster lives inside you.
Afternoon Tea [12]
afternoon tea
" pity me not,
for i
am ashamed;
utterly ashamed
that i, too,
have begun to
pity myself "
