the figures in the hall.
they're shadowless,
expressionless
ear
broken
unliving humans.
what are they?
punjabis, gherkins, equators
it'll never make sense to me.
but then again,
it doesn't have to.
because people always fail me
and we can never win.
i'm dying tomorrow,
but maybe yesterday.
saudi arabia.
YOU ARE READING
orange poetry
Actiondear diary, i'm so in love, it's painful. just kidding. i haven't touched another human in years!
