- to the mother who never loved me.
i watch a small raindrop roll down the window. my earphones are in and there's nobody else here. The engine of the bus splutters slightly and i stare at the dingy ceiling. It's late, but there's no moon today. the bus goes over a speedbump and i'm jerked back to life before my mind can turn to her again. It's too late, because i suddenly feel like someone's watching me. i turn around but she's not there. the lights flicker a little and i turn back just before her hands grip my throat.
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silk & wine.
Poetrywelcome. to a book that contains no capital letters. there will be a lot of aesthetic things in here. it's an escape. there are prompts. anything to help you, beautiful human. you are beautiful, by the way. in every way possible. It's just a shame t...
