Poems from rwikel
Attempt number one was in the third grade
the first time she called me useless because I couldn't do a braid
The second attempt was much...
It was winter where you were
and summer where I stayed
When you'd weap to me
Tell me of the previous day
My heart broke in half
With the...
She looks about and smiles with gleeMouth pressed to cup shes barely threeAnd the bears stare back with obsidian eyescreatures hidden in...
You've been to a hundred humbling homesYou've seen the faceless uncovered rotting bonesThe teeth clicking clacking crushing coldSpit...
I wish someone would ask why my mask is cracked
I wish they would pry it away and find the scars under it I hide
to expose the rotting...