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