Sometimes, when the screaming of a million earthly orphans grows too great I wish I could escape into the vast, cold arms of the universe
By Noelle Leaderabout a year ago in Poets
Silence is a scream Indigo splotches blooming like irises on a tiny pale skull Light fading from staring eyes, more doll-like now than when hours old
I am warmest when I think of you Laying with me in the cold, wet, grass at midnight Numb fingers exchanging a bottle of something forbidden, grass-stained thighs pressed together
By Noelle Leader3 years ago in Poets
