Malum Malus Age was rotten fruit and hard to swallow after the development of my brain — I spent half the day mourning my youth
By Auspicious Wrenabout a year ago in Poets
Ship Gray I miss sunrises and I miss you. Tell myself that it had to happen as one does to get through. I must have known, somehow,
There’s this lump in my throat that I carry with the same skewed reverence as my broken sapphire wallet. I hold it extra close in the grocery stores, in public, even though it’s not of any value to a stranger.
By Auspicious Wren2 years ago in Poets
Once upon a time, there was a sweet nothing that they called Princess who dreamed only of white knights, white fences, and perfect princes.
