Poetry

What I wish I didn’t know is that when your dear friends whisper the word “psycho” behind your back, you’ll grow up accepting it.

1m ago

Skin sticky with perspiration from a long month of June

1m ago

I heard myself speak today It made me want to Cut out my tongue.

5m ago

Would it be too much to ask you/ To forgive me for the carnal sin I did not commit?

7m ago