Heart shaped cookies of my soul have been carefully frosted.
Atrophied on a glass pedestal on display for you.
Please don't break them.
YOU ARE READING
memiors of the broken
PoetryI found myself lifted from my venom clouded thoughts. All minds can run laps while standing still. This is my story. These are memiors of the broken.
trophy.
Heart shaped cookies of my soul have been carefully frosted.
Atrophied on a glass pedestal on display for you.
Please don't break them.