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...