take care of yourself
tend to the garden
bring peace to the kingdom
that voyuers in your head
a wit in the twirl
with love in hopeless breaths
only open to a mourning
a foreigner's god
swept up the penrose steps
to an idea of passing patience
at least in love
at least we are here
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
