it's past midnight now,
and my eyelids are falling heavy
my fingers bury themselves in duvet covers
and my frown feels dead.
Everything is quiet
except for the humming of fans next door
and the murmurs of what can only be heard in the dark
and as I lay here, choking in warmth
I think about signing away my soul.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
