Dec 2018
Cutting teeth,
for me,
was more akin to
cutting tendons.
life had faded out of view,
and had been traded in for pen, runs.
A wretched fate for fetid few.
I can’t escape it;
my pen runs.
for me,
was more akin to
cutting tendons.
life had faded out of view,
and had been traded in for pen, runs.
A wretched fate for fetid few.
I can’t escape it;
my pen runs.
