Poems from inkysolace

When I was small enough to cling to table legs and hope, soda was always out of bounds. Just like gum and cigarettes and girls with red...
we look for safe spaces and find this instead words once tossed as a stuttering defense thrown back to the unfortunates entering a...
A break.One break, please, and hold the social constraints that make me guilty for wanting this.I want to be able to call in sick because...