How dare you view
Her and I
Through the same
Two judging eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Stygian. Stagnant. Solitary.
PoetryDarkness. Stillness. Loneliness. Three hells, amassed within the contents of a human skull to torture the mind. Artistically speaking, they are the kerosene that keeps the fire of poetry alive. Consciously, they're traumatically destructive.
Conviction
How dare you view
Her and I
Through the same
Two judging eyes.
