Poems from floralfauna

[AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS] The hairs on my head hold memories, and as it lengthens, and sheds, I forgive. My eyebrows shape my personality...
The lens of her minds eye is tinted   And blurred and cracked and smudged She sees herself through squinted lids In a mirror made for the...
I am born in rage, my form dashed against the rocks and shattered into dangerous slices   The tides lull me into their grasp, and I am...