When creatively pouring
what I dub madrigals of my soul
is moreso sin, hence
watching my heart's death sentence
just because
family sees it;
banshees as their criticism
pierces through every atom
and atoms' blood cells
so slick...
I wake up.
I fear.
It runs even when least expected.
Why is it so bad?
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.
