Hiding my creativity;
what's beautiful? Embarrassing.
Knives are beanstalks,
growing and associating;
time doesn't last long, now it's not the time.
Deaf in silence cuz you're around, and
silence is dead as it
floats in its own blood.
Suffocation,
can't reach for illustrations;
keep pulling away
as I guide my life astray.
I'm tense and I can't breathe,
you fog all I see,
and a shattering;
a shattering in me
with your help.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
