Poems from insomniacpie
Blessing of mine,
Don't whimper and whine
For the Sun has given you eyes.
And with those pupils,
so wide and so free,
The Sun desires for...
My name is
[gasp] a soft percussion of wiggles, delicate worms crawling into skin
thin kisses, so you’re not at all suspicious when I...
I stopped beinghuman;
Maybe it was the callous palms oftheir hands guiding me into homogenous citadels,expecting me to follow;butI did not...
As a daffodil, she’s rooted downin dirt and defecation, reflecting sunshine only when her branches are severed
atfingertips...
If women are not bound by their waistlines,
Then why do girls’ eyes droop at the sight of scales?
More like blooming tulips than heady...