Poems from geminilla
like clouds of inky black smoke
tendrils curl around wires
eldtritch suckers
formless, base
they don't let go
.... no they don't, do...
Like a ballet dance on blades,Your mind is a fickle thing. Relevé, going fully en pointeOn razorblades,Slice your sole to sorry shreds--So ...
I love my friends. They're always there for me when I need them, A fucking lie; they're useless, terribly...
Sugar-coated cinnamon sticks,Your fingers pluck them from a dusty glass jarOn a honey-baked solstice day. Sun shining bright, bright in my...
Soft pattering on the roof,A steady blanket of feather-light rain bathes my house.The dark periwinkle color peeking in through the blinds;...