Poems from swinter
When she was born
Her eyes were yellow
Somehow she’s fooled us
Into thinking
They’re a deep shade
Of mahogany
And since we hate her
We hate...
You’re the sunshine of my cut
You’re the hatred in my love
I thank you for my mistake
Cause it made me so crazy
And I deserve it.
When you...
The regression lies here
Over the black tile floor
The relapse lies here
Begging for more
Too late to go away
But I might stop for you...
Scented oil and a dozen sticks
Emptied out and spoiled it
Poisonous and full of blame
Cheeks beet red again
Spilled it out and filled it up...