Withering
in my own mush
stabbing atoms
of my loneliness
from loneliness
from loneliness.
Could it be
mere exposure effect
or does my
heart's entitlement
ring true
just when it should?
Slowly warming up
bloomed into
pain-induced wails
of a severed me, but
other times
just didn't leave
this me
wincing.
But deep down,
a permanent scar remains.
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.
