you wrung my neck with the hands that were supposed to keep me safe
a promise spoken with the power of a whisper still dissipates when the wind blows above a bluster
but you created a tornado in my home & it annihilated the house we built together.
YOU ARE READING
you will never know the violence it took to become this gentle.
Poetrya collection of poems that i write to share what normal sentences and my body cannot convey. yes these are all about my life, i know i am horribly annoying and boring yes, oh well. it's all real believe it or not, but the point is that art isn't alw...
