Walking home,
My hollow thighs ached and itched from the cold.
I was itching and itching at them,
And I realised.
If I pressed my fingers just a little farther,
I'd have five suspiciously sized holes.
Hollow eyes and hollow thighs
-Mel 🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PuisiThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
