these wounds wont heal
you see,
they only sufficate the memories
that lay beneath.
-k.d.
YOU ARE READING
life as we know it
PoetryBeing a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit.
wounds
these wounds wont heal
you see,
they only sufficate the memories
that lay beneath.
-k.d.