At night it crusts my eyes
She breaths out tendrils that snake in and seek out
For.a year and a half it burned in the third degree
Her name means "inferno" and yet still
She riddles my heart with soot
She breaths out tendrils that snake in and seek out
For.a year and a half it burned in the third degree
Her name means "inferno" and yet still
She riddles my heart with soot
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Treblemaker
Mar 09, 2023
Another vivid poem I had to read a few times! You have such a way of weaving words together seamlessly
"If there's a book that you want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it." - Toni Morrison