Poetry · volume 1
Limping
Where’s the texture?Where are my words?I’ve lost my gripSitting fidgetyAffixed to the fictionIt’s becoming a fixtureEars tuned to the tone of your textIt’s pathetic, I’m limping, woundedJust fucking shoot me.
Poetry · volume 1
Limping
Where’s the texture? Where are my words? I’ve lost my grip …