Like an estranged sun dipped in honey,
My happiness is uneasy
It ascends my vertebrae as if
a ladder leading to heaven
But my spine shudders with every step
I am pathological and perfectly fine
And maybe it's time that I finally set.
YOU ARE READING
A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
