https://annashtorm.com/ | Storytelling is the painkiller I can afford. My poetry is digital sorrow wrapped in overdressed rhymes.
Oh, baby-baby! You are a fraud. Why were you silent?Why did the things you say that time not feel so…
All my rhymes left me silently.
I like that Silence in my head, It’s very rare. I have the racing thoughts insteadSo much to share.