Poems from Gloomyst
Ill use the love letters you wrote me to fuel the fire I light to destroy this paper house I have been living in.
Buy into the aestheticI wouldn't spare you a dime
I am my own butcher
of my edifice
Not a single truth
nor a single lie
Could slow the ebbs...
After breakfast
fetal like twisted in your bed
seven blankets that hug my neck
your mother talks loudly on the phone
as you take away my...
The skin of my back sticks to the skin of your stomach
sweaty and your breath is slow and hard. I slide left and you pull back into me. A...
every night while i lay in bed, before i try and go to sleep. i re-accept my inevitable death and it’s comings.. i accept that I could...