I.
there is a force inside my chest.
i feel it hammering away at what is left of me.
i wonder who i will be when the destruction subsides.
B
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
fifteen (XV)
Puisii prick my finger on a rose in my garden. my blood is not red. i take the wind caressing my face as a silent apology. cover art made by doradorapuff on tumblr. [2015] thank you to everyone who shared with me these short poems as they were published...
I.
I.
there is a force inside my chest.
i feel it hammering away at what is left of me.
i wonder who i will be when the destruction subsides.
B
