tw: ed
my stomach is a gaping cavern,
wide and echoing and empty.
so empty i can't feel the butterflies
as they flutter round inside me.
the floodwater is coming soon,
but for now,
i am still able to shout and scream
and hear the echo inside
the carved-out valley of my stomach.
DU LIEST GERADE
Dregs
PoesieDregs: the most worthless part or parts of something. This is a collection of poetry I've written over the last few years as I try to figure out who I am, what I want, and how to get it without killing myself in the process. I'll put trigger warning...
