|I wiped a smear of chocolate
from my lips, and washed
my hands, never making eye
contact in the mirror with the
one person who'd judge me.
Posts from This Journal “poems” Tag
A pyre for dreams and discord, for savage expectations and risky opportunities, sends shadows to dance along the walls, entwined with the…
Never have I wanted so much to die. A heartbreaking echo from years past whispered in my memories, of a time the sea tempted you to wade in…
He wraps himself in buzzwords like resilience and hustle, but I have to wonder if they bring comfort to an empty life.