acupuncture
A sewing needle has been
Threaded through my
Lips, twine begging
To press tightly against my mouth.
Without permission,
Blood pours from
My tongue.
It makes a mess on
No one's hands
But mine.
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STAI LEGGENDO
songs we sang on sundays
Poesiaa random collection of original poems by yours truly about love, depression, god, and all things teen angst. feel free to give critiques (kindly please). I haven't shared these with many people and I want to get better at this craft I love so dearly...
