Poems from Asheltrans
Corona
My father’s choice of poison
That stings my nose every time I went pass him
The bottles hit each other musically
That still haunts...
I have anxiety
Not the classic shaking and hyperventilating anxiety
The “I’m scared”
The “Something bad is going to happen”
The “I’m dying...
What inspires me, you may ask
Well, it starts with laughing babies
They not know what laughing is
But they still find joy in the simplest...