cat1Whisper

30 / M / Berlin, Germany
Sort
Twenty-Eight DaysIt takes twenty-eight days to form a new habit. / Only a single February—what relief. / Twenty-eight days to get my weird back,
55
49
Letting GoChewing on it, / like a dog chews on an old bone. / Disgusted, drooling.
13
42
Witchy Season Has BegunI’m a witch, and I have receipts. / But I’ll let you be the judge of that. / Tell me what this means.
27
42
FeelingsIt’s a gloomy yellow light, / a spot, if you will, / fizzling out orange and white on its edges,
21
38
Sacred Band of ThebesThe temples are burning, / the statues have fallen. / History’s still learning,
20
37
Emotional PerfectionismI have to ask you how you’re feeling / at least eight times a day. / That’s my lucky number—
6
36
Happy DaysYou wear fine things well. / Even when you’re tripping, / you just make it look so swell.
20
35
Fallen Prince or Prince FallenYou asked me to stand back, / watch you drown. / Next to my feet lie your jewellery and crown.
11
34
Unforeseen HighsThis is joyous. / Prancing around like a hobby-horser. / Perfect degree of hungoverness.
16
33
Slow DaysVoice raspy and high, / metallic taste in the back of my throat. / No word has been said yet; it’s midday.
17
33
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write