Poems from tictacboxes
You tell us nothing scares you more than death.
You lie awake at night, after ending your prayers
And stare
At the meaningless body,
As...
When we finally sleep,
The carnival will come.
Wind will strip dye from our gowns,
The corn will grow wild,
And the carnival will come...
The sun turned up the volume today,
Now we're all covering our ears
Call it summer
Call it the humidity
Call it nowhere's quiet enough...
Step one: stay in your room alone, smash your phone against the wall so glass rain coats everything. Swallow darkness like handfuls of...
It’s 11:11 and my father is wishing for his hands to work. Disease eats at his flesh tearing his nerves to pieces like vultures picking...