May 2017
The darker it gets
the more the words begin to writhe
Writhe and rise
they dance before my eyes
tumbling out of my heartbeat,
the poems
Write themselves.
the more the words begin to writhe
Writhe and rise
they dance before my eyes
tumbling out of my heartbeat,
the poems
Write themselves.
Sometimes I don't even know what words come out of my fingertips
