Jan 2018
You could pinch my arm
and I wouldn't wince.
All feelings repelled
like water to oil.
If you lit me on fire
I'd share a smoky
sigh before suffocating
without ever saying a word.
and I wouldn't wince.
All feelings repelled
like water to oil.
If you lit me on fire
I'd share a smoky
sigh before suffocating
without ever saying a word.
