I would ask mother every night
about my father
and instead
she'd always warn me
to lock the door before I sleep.
for i was a product
of an unlocked door.
ㅡ existence of the unexpected
YOU ARE READING
Pandora
Poetry🌼 A compilation of my poems and proses and basically just paragraphs i thought of and tell ' you are the fissure; the crack in between, the damage made of two lusting heart's mistake. ㅡ unwanted p. 87 © 2018 xerotonin basically thi...
