Poems from gesh
"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythimical creation of beauty."
-Edgar Allan Poe
Ghosts linger in the crack between the door and its frame.
Now, you should know that they’re hard to tame.
Not every one of my demons is...
I see you through the clear, curved, orange plastic over my eyes
You taste like metal opium
The spoon still stuck between my teeth
Gnaw...