Poems from DreDreadful
I used to stay up late at night worrying about grades.
Thinking about my future and how it would kill me.
Thinking about my past and how I...
I used to hate the taste of mangos.
The explosion of tangy sweetness,
The odd, curved shape,
And the disgusting shade of yellow;
The one...
“It’s a girl.”
The doctor said
Holding the squirming babe up to show her to her father. Immediately, he tries, and fails, to hide the blue...
Live in a world where religion is a parody of its own meaning.Where true love is called perversion,And a preference is classified as a...
She said, "I hate my own skin." With so much certainty, That I couldn't help but frown. "Why?" I asked. "It's imperfect," she clarified. "...