the charred remains of us
were kept locked behind that creaking door
;at the pile of memories i try to delete
;at the pile of memories that ceased to exist
YOU ARE READING
vertigo; #wattys2018
Poetrythis is for you; i don't shout my poetry off rooftops anymore because i think the world heard me it's been four years since i began writing this book on scraps of paper and receipts so go ahead; read me [lower case intended] [tw for some] [all writ...
xiv.
the charred remains of us
were kept locked behind that creaking door
;at the pile of memories i try to delete
;at the pile of memories that ceased to exist
