a natural hierarchy

this is about sleep deprivation and crying

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

i hunger for poetry. i am starved. let this be an ode soaked in blood.

AND GIRLS ARE - MOONLIGHT, MAGIC AND MACABRE.

[ POETRY/PROSE ] ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ ˢᵃᵏᵘʳᵃ.

i'm the lustrous beam that peers through your window. february 2019

random ramblings of a sleep deprived girl

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

A collection of poetry touching subjects of family, self love, and happiness all dedicated to my sibling. Updates Tuesday's and Thursday's.