It's difficult
not to miss...
If your mother slapped you when you first lied,
you wouldnt pretend to this extent now...
Those are some wicked words you use to hurt,
and those decadent taunts with which you flirt...
At night I lay snuggled in my bed
Ambitions growling, still unfed...
Little scary tricks
wait upon closed doors...
Birth is the first chip on our windshield,
after...
Junk email reads...
The less awareness
we have the more objects we...
The tail of a dog
diving in water...
I happened to search your name
even though I deleted my socials...
I keep asking myself,
will it ever get better...
Marigold flowers
adorn...