Cold nose pressed against
a window with fresh condensation.
Breath fogging up your vision
and you know you're anonymous
from the outside.
Blood forced from your nose
like a white cherry, snowflakes falling
but blurred by the haze.
YOU ARE READING
Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection
PoetryMy fourth poetry collection, raw and original. My deepest fears, most insecure thoughts, and cruelest wishes. 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤
