green grows over every inch,
swallowing up houses whole
when this town dies,
who will mourn for it?
my bones shiver and clink together
like glass bottles in the back seat
rumbling over unpaved, unlit roads
and into the blue-blackness
for miles
creaks and groans of original wood floors
create a lullaby that's hard to fall asleep to
cold winds and chilly sheets
create a bed that's hard to find comfort in
YOU ARE READING
falling asleep to static
Poesie❝i've been asleep in my own body for so long, i've forgotten who i was. i leave the tv on at night to help me sleep, but all i hear is static❞ a collection of poems about my struggles with mental health and trying to overcome it. some days are worse...
