she sat at the kitchen table
the white lights
pushing her makeup into
the creases around her lips
red wine poured
into
glasses
she had been thirsty for hours.
YOU ARE READING
tell me how to be
PoezjaNO.1 in #loveisdead **trigger warning** a disjointed poetry volume that spans through the topics of politics, self harm, rape, abuse, eating disorders, feminism so on and so forth.. scroll through the contents and there might be something that you...
