SADSANSometimes my voice breaks the silence like an unexpected touch,And I’m violently aware of it,Sep 1, 2020Sep 1, 2020
SADSANThere’s a kind of poetry that sinks into your skin,That settles between your shoulder blades,Aug 20, 2020Aug 20, 2020
SADSANThe world was dark and rippling,Rolling under the pale hue of the blood soaked moon,Aug 11, 2020Aug 11, 2020
SADSANI love when the trees splinter the sky into manageable slices of fractured blue,A web cracking the vast empty abyss into a ruined window of space,Aug 10, 2020Aug 10, 2020