He noticed
nobody listens...
Everything ends
everything...
(possible trigger warning)
It used to be I didn't sleep...
how cruel of april? to barge in with anger in her...
and you’re still there in the morning...
tell me why
i feel more holy in your palms...
you are like the stirring waters of the sea,
salt-wind licks your hair and tousles it in...
you trample me with your soft fingers;
clay in your palms – i am clay in your hands...
Horizon is the
paradox of arrival...
The blood of whom they
worship: the blood of those they...
[trigger warning: eating disorders...
A Star so bright once asked this gal,
“lol, can you really write a sonnet...
a white screen
staring back...