A Long poem — A descent
A poem
All the little pleasures that we’ve come to believeMake up the fabricof this daily routineThis imposterA…
I am seventeen now and my age feels like a bowling ball to the foot. Swift, rude, and brutal. Maybe it’s because I have been wanting to be an adult…
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It is nightfall.
Maroon Silhouette
A Letter -
Close your eyes, so that you can see it-
Should soften
An ordinary miracleMight make my day good nightAn everyday freak hailstormShould…