Youth

Self-indulgent, I could be
unhappy
my veins, blood.
my lungs, air.
It soothed me
like melting crayons
like blood pacts
and teenage novels.

2 replies »

philessatry says:

August 9, 2016 at 3:06 pm

Punchy. I like this piece.
- shadowofeve says:
  
  August 13, 2016 at 7:33 pm
  
  Thank you!!

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by c. eve