Dec 2020
my mind's fist delivers unabating
gut punches rocking my lonely stomach
accommodating only small plastic soldiers whom
i often beg to choke me on their way to their losing war
01.12.20
gut punches rocking my lonely stomach
accommodating only small plastic soldiers whom
i often beg to choke me on their way to their losing war
01.12.20
empty pill bottles are piling up, why am i still getting worse?
