the soft cotton
beneath your fingertips
suddenly feels scratchy,
clawing at your skin,
when you realize
you're stuck
in a snow globe
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
• the bliss of ignorance •
the soft cotton
beneath your fingertips
suddenly feels scratchy,
clawing at your skin,
when you realize
you're stuck
in a snow globe
