my spool of thread
you have snapped and now are dead
I thought I could pull you tight enough
To mend these little ends
That keep unraveling
YOU ARE READING
Balloons in Toronto
Poetrya collection of poetry, the innermost workings of my brain
mental breakdowns
my spool of thread
you have snapped and now are dead
I thought I could pull you tight enough
To mend these little ends
That keep unraveling
