The words weren’t daggers.
Weren’t meant to ****
They were spindly,
like needles.
But barbed.
So they latch.
*I’m not grievously wounded.
Yet I’m still bleeding out...*
.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
The words weren’t daggers.
Weren’t meant to ****
They were spindly,
like needles.
But barbed.
So they latch.
*I’m not grievously wounded.
Yet I’m still bleeding out...*
.
