Poems from toni has trauma
A few weeks ago, I met someone-
a magickal traveling salesman.
When given a prompt, idea, or phrase
he would weave the most beautiful,
gut...
Dear Shannon,
I've been writing you letters in my head
for the last two months since you've been dead
because I wasn't ready to write...
I have nothing left to give.
I have spent my life handing out
pieces of myself because I was taught
that I don't matter.
I became a...
Do not trust me
for I am made up of
dust and ash,
with hungry lips,
ruled by an anxious heart
and a sick brain.
I will lure you in...
I don't know what I'm doing
I don't know what I want
I don't know who I am
or what it means to be alive
as an adult with a "good job"
I...