Day 19: Wooden Body
I wish I could go back
to when it was
that the life had been
pulled out through
the roots of my nerves
so everything
wouldn’t feel
hostile and loud
change the message
from saying
"You don’t belong here."
I wish I could go back
to when it was
that the life had been
pulled out through
the roots of my nerves
so everything
wouldn’t feel
hostile and loud
change the message
from saying
"You don’t belong here."
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol