I am a disabled teenager that writes poetry and short stories as a mode of self expression
waning, it leaves, gone the void, cede, false hope, new moon Selene has fallen. waxing
By Nil3 years ago in Poets
How can we rationalize the expectation for uniform expression, the arbitrary metrics assumed to signify the echt of the emotion,
Metal spikes hammered into every pressure point of my body An unconscious allusion to my fear of needles --trypanophobia--
