zebrasindenver

Why use 10, when 1 could hurt just as beautifully.

Month: May, 2017

happy days

oh so pleasant

how

i cannot wait for it all to end

having, never, fallen.

breathing death

she approached me

i need to sleep alone i willed

you will never sleep again she baulked

lay with me and die

you will not rise

blank slate

slate blanket

a sleeping concrete dream

 

there’s a poem in here somewhere