a lake
in my bathroom
soon to be frozen over
how a storm loves the calm seas
i can feel it now
cold sleep
it's nice
to get something i want, for a change
the vulture to my carrion
i'll look you in the eye as you watch me go
because i don't care who's not -
i'm ready
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poems for the unloved
Poetrythis is basically a diary lol these aren't really poems. these are my word paintings, straight out of the most isolate parts of my brain, from freshly cut wounds.
