ANOBRAIN
ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.
saturn rises from the valley of my neck and sets in the folds of my hell-drunken veins [ #1 in poetry, 1.25.19 ]
a man takes his sadness down to the river / but then he's still left / with the river. a man takes his sadness and throws it away / but then he's still left with his / hands. POETRY © putrescentpoet 2021
I don't think I fear god anymore, But I fear you. [prose poetry] ©lilacwine-
"..and just so you know, old sport, that boy eats hearts." copyright © donnastartt 2016
you once asked why i never felt good enough to love you, this is why All rights reserved ©️2018 immortalitatis- cover by the lovely @hurtcopain
LIKE THEM; the cunning, the strong, the rational, the sensual, the rash. POE19 [151016]
SIREN SMILES AND MEDUSA EYES- DON'T LOOK TO CLOSELY DEAR, OR THEY'LL BREAK YOUR HEART; IT'LL ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL YOUR HEART GETS BROKEN, DEAR, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT. CEPARA © - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED - 2017 → WATTPAD FEATURED STORY