In the depths of darkness,she wandersFearful of the hidden damagein the trees
Don’t get too used to yourself,Too used to your voiceToo used to your looksToo used to…
Ink-soaked knucklesDance across exhausted paperbacks,As eyes latch tightly onto truths…
In the sweltering heat of summer’s reign, I find solace on a holiday plain. Beneath the sun’s…