I'm spinning away as the cars pass by
racing away into the endless night
they come
flipping and seeking
I let the wind scream through my hair
and twist it into large knots
Still dancing in circles
the street lights never looked so clear
then i whispered into the cold
"Hit me"
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Black Coffee
PoetryA series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that...
