Jun 2015
It creeps up my spine, entangling
around the cord
Until it pounces, electrifying
my soul.
around the cord
Until it pounces, electrifying
my soul.
Isn't it strange, how I only come on hellopoetry when negativity encircles me?
Maybe you *should* make your pain into art.
Maybe you *should* make your pain into art.
