Poems from aviana.mena

Pour your heart out, bloody my hands caught red-handed in this wonderland selling fleeting feelings feigning meaning seeking depth in tides...
Many times I dreamt the storm to be over That peace had come at once As if the ground underfoot would fail to crumble   How foolish of me...
The pain in my throat  Crawling up and threatening me, This swollen feeling, when acknowledged, I choke It's easier to lie about the pain...