dreamclot ~ poetry
~ singing in hopes of being sung to ~
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
© 8ront3 xxmviii compilation of writing over the years; poetry, short stories, recollections of experiences.
Just poetry, rants, and fictitious short stories that run through my mind Pictures found on google and @micaiahcarter via Instagram
saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]
Originally a long page of free verses written by my father, I broke this down into chapters of three verses each and posted them up here. These were posted on FictionPress first.
I feel like my life is a cold Thursday evening mid November Poetry that I write while I overthink my life decisions at 3 am trigger warning for quite depressive thoughts and eating disorders
"It isn't until we are falling, I think, that we realize just how high we once were." a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling. completed
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017