you cut into my calves
and then ordered me to run,
telling me, "you better pray
to god that I don't catch up with
you."
: parenthood
ESTÁS LEYENDO
w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poesíalike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
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you cut into my calves
and then ordered me to run,
telling me, "you better pray
to god that I don't catch up with
you."
: parenthood
