was i born sick?
or was it fed to me
and left to fester
like my mother says?
was i born with love
that casts a sapphic violet's shadow?
or was this love once clear
like water since polluted?
YOU ARE READING
the veiled lady/hailstones between my teeth
Poetrythere is nothing out there there is nothing beyond this here this is it *** 12/16/23 first book of poetry there is nothing beyond
OUTDATED BRITISH SLANG TERM FOR A CIGARETTE
was i born sick?
or was it fed to me
and left to fester
like my mother says?
was i born with love
that casts a sapphic violet's shadow?
or was this love once clear
like water since polluted?
