Poems from epicenisms
You want to gather into yourself, curl up and disappearcrumple into the shapes of your used tissues until you too can tuck into the hidden...
You want to gather into yourself, curl up and disappearcrumple into the shapes of your used tissues until you too can tuck into the hidden...
jealousy tastes like bile
licks at your insides, leaving blisters in its wake
makes its way up your throat, oozes past the crease of your...