wildflower honey.
vanilla scented poetry
to the boy who wanted nonfiction but who I gave poetry to. these are poems I never gave to you. All rights reserved © 2017 immortalitatis- cover by my lovely friend @hurtcopain
saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]
death dolled up pretty and plastic
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
bathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces