XXXVIII.
somewhere in the dead of night
the shadow of a man in a room
& the hum of an invisible fly
keeps a kid in the dark awake.
A
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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...
XXXVIII.
XXXVIII.
somewhere in the dead of night
the shadow of a man in a room
& the hum of an invisible fly
keeps a kid in the dark awake.
A
