Oct 2019
I began carrying my regrets with me,
stuffed into plastic bags.
A heavy drag on my shoulders,
handles digging into my palms.
At least it would be easy to suffocate myself with them.
stuffed into plastic bags.
A heavy drag on my shoulders,
handles digging into my palms.
At least it would be easy to suffocate myself with them.
Written 30/10/2016
