I, phantom limb, sense there's mo re
to miss than flesh.
Laugh along with Go
d, pick
at scabs, wrinkle my nose.
Notice
sunsets, grab for mothers' hands, choke
on water.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
I, phantom limb, sense there's mo re
to miss than flesh.
Laugh along with Go
d, pick
at scabs, wrinkle my nose.
Notice
sunsets, grab for mothers' hands, choke
on water.
