MegLWhisper

Ammunition: a eulogy for parklandI am alive by luck at this point. / I wonder if the gun that will eventually take me has been made.
3m
Apr 14, 2018
Fire EscapeHe will not come dressed in a red cape and horns, no, it is so much more than that. He will masquera
2m
Feb 26, 2018
honeypoetry drips off of your tongue like honey / I wonder if you kiss me will I be able to taste it / ma
1m
Feb 20, 2018
paint the town redand honey you know they could paint the town red with the blood they lick from our palms
1m
Feb 10, 2018
cheekAnd I wonder how many calories are in the flesh of the inside of my cheeks
1m
Feb 10, 2018
hairYou must clip your dead ends if you want to grow / And honey I ain’t just talking about hair
1m
Feb 10, 2018
glass grenadeI am told I must be loved as if it is dangerous to drop me, but I cannot decide if I am glass or a g
1m
Feb 10, 2018
secondhandI might as well change my name to Secondhand Smoke. Nothing more than roadkill. Not a tragedy: an ey
1m
Feb 10, 2018
possumIn a world where playing dead is safer than speaking up, I rise. / I rise.
1m
Feb 10, 2018
UntitledI’ve been biting my tongue for so long that blood is dripping down my chin
1m
Feb 10, 2018
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