Sep 2017
melodramatic voices
echo through my head,
liquefy out my lips,
and pool at the curve of my palm.
sometimes the voices
get too much.
so i smear them unto paper
and call them art.
echo through my head,
liquefy out my lips,
and pool at the curve of my palm.
sometimes the voices
get too much.
so i smear them unto paper
and call them art.
