Madeysin

Madeysin Feb 2020

I hope he gives you the future he promised me in pink

Madeysin Feb 2020

If I fill myself with worry I’ll be weightless, drift away with glass eyes and a timber temperament. They call it bipolar, I call it drifting north. I’m afraid of heights

Madeysin Feb 2020

Paged

I’d close my book, pick the prettiest font for The End. Dust to dust

Madeysin Feb 2020

Title flight

I thought about swinging from the rafters, shakey knees and creaky floorboards. Shaken mothers and crying kids. A rope to pillow my descent.

Madeysin Jan 2020

Pressed

I finger myself to your words. Touched by yours truly, truly touched by yours

Madeysin Jan 2020

Tomorrow

Sleep to banish the sad, sleep to seep up the tears from my face, sleep to reap the benefits of death.

Madeysin Jan 2020

Pickup

I wonder if you got caught or catched or just can’t

Talk to me