i struggle with the facts
that i am unable to provide a home
to shelter the unaware
for they have never seen an umbrella
and only know the rain
with them i stand
thinking of ruby-red roofs
the witch i cast in my likeness
melting
fuck it, i'm sick anyway.
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
