Poems from OliviaWenz
I love
burying myself under
the soft waves
and forming a new, blind world
under the wet, blue blankets
I love
touching my face
to the salty...
How are you so sure that this is my proper cover?
There is no clear label marked on this pink blanket
I think I should dissolve the...
I left thee
in the waters
of my cold
and crashing words
they descended on you-
dark and foaming-
as the world’s most bitter storm
how dare...
As soon as
you walk out
of my line of sight,
you turn to vapor
in my mind;
all of your wet particles
sadly slosh against my occipital lobe...
I’m going to put you down on paper
so that you can never leave
consumed by black ink
you’ll be stuck here with me
The lines will be your...