Jan 2019
I feel it
the pantomimed
joke of
my affection.
Grinding hips
like clenched
teeth
when the nightmares sing.
Through the haze
of absurdity
I wonder:
is this
love too?
the pantomimed
joke of
my affection.
Grinding hips
like clenched
teeth
when the nightmares sing.
Through the haze
of absurdity
I wonder:
is this
love too?
love and emptiness, my only genre lol
