XXV.
"the conflict i've mentioned, it hurts your head?" the doctor asked me.
i said unhesitatingly that i'd been like that before.
your patient is already dead (i killed her).A
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fifteen (XV)
Poetryi 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...
XXV.
XXV.
"the conflict i've mentioned, it hurts your head?" the doctor asked me.
i said unhesitatingly that i'd been like that before.
your patient is already dead (i killed her).A