Creations from a badass. All made with humour and heart.
still. not calm. fucking numb. what remains is the shell of a human whose insides have been chewed up and spit out. The fucking bile of what they left.
By Penny Moon5 years ago in Poets
for those who are unbeaten, the stories that follow heed not as advice but as familiarity. these words I bestow are not a gift, guide or life inspiration.
unable to sleep, not because of pain drilled in deep or thoughts unsettled. eyes staying open not caused by artistic devotion.
