Apr 2019
Her wings should have sprouted
By now
Her tongue should have grown
Around her neck
Like a nuse camouflaged
To her chest
The mirrors in time
Cake over mine
As I lose all
Awareness
Into the dark
ABYSS
By now
Her tongue should have grown
Around her neck
Like a nuse camouflaged
To her chest
The mirrors in time
Cake over mine
As I lose all
Awareness
Into the dark
ABYSS
