The Girl Who Cried Wolf

but I'm selfish, darling. that's why I whisper into the crook of your neck that I love you - the greatest tragedy of all is that you believe me.

an anthology of old tales through a modern lens, messy poetry featuring even messier proses, with the sporadic ramblings of a seventeen year old girl riding the coattails of a red bull high at three in the morning.

cover: @dysanic