Poems from kinswalcott
dear you,
the year is ending
i can feel how cold my hands are as i write this but
you already know how cold i am.
many people know me as...
Lines of white on mirrors
The face reflected there is not familiar
Bruised eyes, pale, and terrified
Of what is coming
Up the powder goes...
A lonely pup lays in the street
He looks for someone to love him
Or just feed him a piece of meat
Poor doggo, he is all alone
He did...
I made a sad, unfortunate mistake
It haunts me at night while i lay awake
Boys see me as toy to play with now
I simply don’t understand why...