Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2020
Does my skin have to feel like paper
From the inside out
Do I have to feel so gutted and hallow
A stringy shell
An awful stench
An emptied corpse
I want to dig within it
winter
Written by
winter  21/Non-binary
(21/Non-binary)   
71
   Patrick
Please log in to view and add comments on poems