theres no excavation only hitting my head against a wall but the only thing giving is my skull and it makes
red and white and red but mainly white
and nothing so many spirals and and and
and i want a rock
a knife
a gun
bang, just hit me throw me into the sea theyre already drowning cant you let me join in
YOU ARE READING
how to not die alone(on hold)
Poetryin this act i attempt to write ¿poems? i think,
