KILL SOME TIME જ poetry.

lead by example.

maybe i think too much;

i can already feel my mind rot
and the circle of feathers cry
around my head and, its so loud.

i scream to myself, cover my mouth
to make sure the ghosts don't recognize
my sobs at night, because perhaps that's
when my demons crawl out again and
abolish everything, always just right.

don't look down, they told me.
don't let them know, they told me.

but now they know too much.

ㅡ jge.