the devil's fingers are
wrapped around my ankle
under the sheets.
you blow out the candle.
i am dragged under the bed.
every night i dream of you.
every morning
i wake up guilty.
— fear of fire.
YOU ARE READING
𝘞 𝘏 𝘌 𝘕 𝘙 𝘈 𝘐 𝘕 𝘍 𝘈 𝘓 𝘓 𝘚
Poetryin which my mind plays tricks on me //poems (personal)
