Poems from SweetCultist
Shuck-Lily cuts herself and, by God,
I'm back in love again,
This is not my responsibility,
So why am I tending to you like an animal?
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You don't scare me, mister.
The way you threw me to the floor.
Ran me through your fingers,
Like sand and broken pieces of myself.
My...
Would it mean the same in words
If I took your hand in mine?
To glance across your sleeping face
Or rest my head, benign?
When we say, “I...