Something inside of me has been quietly writing.
My voice.
My thoughts.
My drive.
The rot has eaten away at almost everything, spreading like bookworms.
My love for cooking.
My sleep.
My health.
My ability to feel.
My voice has been slowly rotting away.
STAI LEGGENDO
A Work of Poems by Rebekah Harmon
PoesiaThis is just poetry I write as a form of self therapy.
