Poems from zztm
The first summer that I saw blood when I went to the bathroom was the first summer a boy slid his hand down my shirt, the first summer I...
Do not pick broken things up. Your bare, un-callused hands should not reach out and caress. Do not try to glue the pieces back together...
Like a dance done under strobe light
I am distorted
Due to lapses in understanding
Like the moments between flashes
Flashes that are fun...
There is a place I go
When I'm alone
A quiet space
Away from all the chaos
Of the world
that we've misnamed home
When there is time to...