Poems from Carolinenoell
Am I the center of the universe
or am I standing at its end
am I cursed or am I the curse
what message do I send ?
Outside your window
lies the hand that feeds you poison
now would be the reason
to bite the hand that feeds you
but you can’t know what...
He’s fucking up to prove he has a conscience
went to the hardware store
next day
got himself a door built
so when fists come a knocking...
The world, a child
her mind, a chamber
for nurtouring thoughts
no creature could blame her
stained skin
with blood so pure
they...
Inner folded
prematurely molded
time is tempted
to be bolded
small strokes of gentle wires to the face
The frame evokes a forecful fire...