come here
sit
make yourself at home
have a cup of tea
do tell me about your day
all your troubles
and what formed that curve on your face
who?
for you are always welcome
in these halls
though its walls are fragile
call me every tick and every tap
and this door will open
just for you,
only you.
-Jenaziela-
YOU ARE READING
kilída: a story of the broken and how they heal
Poetrya book of poetry, a song from the heart; a group of the unspeakable. bear with me, just a little.
