Poems from TiffanyTeich96
It’s not a mask
Or a disguise
It’s not a shroud of smoke I use to conceal my true form
Although I am a monster, sometimes
I can be that...
I’ve never seen the waves
Of the Pacific.
I’m not the one who saves
Lives of the mythic.
Youthful innocence is
Not my calling...
Window
Transparent cell
Keeping me in
Lust for the outside
Prison
Cardinal bleak sighs are you feeling pesky and wise?
A wandering preacher on a perfume lit street
We were four steps behind the choral...
This house is hollow,
these trees are artificial,
I can't feel their warmnth.