Self-indulgent, I could be
unhappy
my veins, blood.
my lungs, air.
It soothed me
like melting crayons
like blood pacts
and teenage novels.
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shadow of eve poetry
by c. eve
Self-indulgent, I could be
unhappy
my veins, blood.
my lungs, air.
It soothed me
like melting crayons
like blood pacts
and teenage novels.
Comments are closed.
Punchy. I like this piece.
Thank you!!