And as scars fade
Vulnerability hounds me; a hoard of spiders
Who will I be without my bandaids
Wrapped around my wrists like melted gold?
Unanswered, life does not care
Above me and itself kissing starlight:
The universe has better things to do than groom my tragic beauty
YOU ARE READING
In Which
PoetryA collection of poems about my experiences battling bipolar disorder, OCD, and addiction.
