she sits across the room, smiling at me
curled into the corner with her poisonous grin
observing my movements and laughing softly
calling at me to commit every sin
YOU ARE READING
Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
