Poems from RachelSangster1213
Ceiling, floor, chair.
Smog, concrete, bench.
Plaster, carpet, couch.
Speckled foam, synthetic tile, plastic desk.
My cage wasn't made...
To whom will I go when I have found no one?When will I be of need to those who have everything?If every whole is filled, which hole do I...
There were times when I hungered for what you had.When I begged for you to see me.when it was not my mouth that cried, but my heart.When my...