Crawl- slower, faster.
I cannot make up my mind of how I want you to come.
Here. Now. Just like that.
Touch- harder, more gentle
a delicate whisper in the lies I tell you.
Forget it, I never wanted you anyhow.
Break- let me shatter you again.
I want to scream; this knife tastes like you did.
Hard, hot, bitter.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...
