my feelings, brimming / about to spill onto the floor/ i’ve got no strength, bread or bucket / to sop or mop them anymore/
Tag: fragment poetry
corazónal ink
you imprinted on my heart
a tattoo i conceal
my feelings, brimming / about to spill onto the floor/ i’ve got no strength, bread or bucket / to sop or mop them anymore/
you imprinted on my heart
a tattoo i conceal
the limineen | earthling, poet & crone 