I woke up from the dead,
Tendrils around my pulsing body
Twigs crown sitting on my head
Waiting for the one to love me.
YOU ARE READING
sunrise storm || poetry
Poetrybecause my soul needs to be fed and my thoraxes need to collide in my mind, one lonely place for your shimmering heart.
epigraph
I woke up from the dead,
Tendrils around my pulsing body
Twigs crown sitting on my head
Waiting for the one to love me.
