Poems from katiejohnson97
Some days I don't recognizeMyselfScrawl apologies on mirrors For the blood there. Was I ever really breathing?
I am all skin and...
Bombs erupt in the skin under my fingernails
And I tiptoe over land mines on my way to bed.
No one knows the battles I fight in my...
Volcanoes erupt in the back of my throat
And my breath sends out smoke signals
That dance in the air like flames.
The fires blaze in my...
I am made up of constellations
Burning brightly with the star dust
That composes my soul.
Lit with the gleaming
Of internal conflagrations...
I am made up of constellations
Burning brightly with the star dust
That composes my soul.
Lit with the gleaming
Of internal...