tw// drugs
"i want to sleep on the fluffy clouds" she exhilarated
as she looked up at the fuzzy white blotches neatly yet messily floating on the pale blue canvasher eyes saturated with animosity against her ghostly white skin
as she popped five too many pills in her mouth
"i want to sleep on the fluffy clouds"
she only managed a whisper
YOU ARE READING
flowers on my skin [ poetry ]
Poetrystrung together shower thoughts from a perspective of someone who is trying to be