Poems from Vegetable Lover 1
To dwell on you is to dwell on a knife
Its swift blades cut into me
like the voices in my head
cut into my sanity
You're here and not...
“Is it only the flu?”
“Will I be well soon?”
“Is this a brutal killer?”
“Will it destroy me from the inside out?”
Counting the days you...
Alone in her despair
Staring at her “plain” face
Disgusted by the image
Shouting to her reflection, “You’re so hideous!”
She wonders why...