A poem so sad

3:09 a.m I think the ache begins at my lower back, The hurt that I got due to an accident Or a muscle collapsing. Things or two it taught me about distraction, and wholesome love. The pain shift to my left angular hand. The palm unfocused, floating in the air a pendulum song. The knee… Continue reading A poem so sad

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this time, my ribs are the house of tears of walled up cities, lost. a sunken pool of total insanity, you might say. i want to feel antique, like a vintage lampshade burning bright in the corners of total darkness. a flower of hope, blooming on my hip, on my lip. this insanity does all… Continue reading hear this out