you crave the sensation of me on top of you ,
but you do not even understand me .
do not be fooled by the kindness in my eyes ,
the softness of my skin .
i am a multitude of miraculous tragedies
dressed in art .
YOU ARE READING
vestigial.
Poetryyou speak of death as if it is the start of life in your stories, but you portray it as the end of life in your drawings.
