this is for the girl raised by ghosts:
the dusk-stained room
and sepia bed
and fingernails digging into your arm
and voices telling you "no"
and a carpet soiled and rotten
and scratching in the attic
and tears
and quiet sobs
and screen-lit rooms
and late night swearing
and silent offices
and moth-wing fields
are
not
n o r m a l
- one day you will grow and leave and know what normal is
YOU ARE READING
Storm Scars
شِعرVolume 01: i'm sorry you'll never read this you deserve to hear the truth you tried to lock up in me "honesty is a virtue" here's my holy sin lies folded in fairy tales you'd like to believe that, wouldn't you? - once upon a time, no fairy tale ende...
