May 2017
my mind crawls
the same way my skin used to.
admittedly, i draw blanks.
everything i say
is in prose,
yet everything i write
mimics a brick.
hard.
lifeless.
the same way my skin used to.
admittedly, i draw blanks.
everything i say
is in prose,
yet everything i write
mimics a brick.
hard.
lifeless.
