Sometimes i get a glance
in the mirror when the lights are low
my brows furrowed,
my breathing slow.
I get a glance of you.
It scares me terribly,
to get a glance of you.
I am but the apple,
who rots below the tree.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 1:01 PM UTC
Sometimes i get a glance
in the mirror when the lights are low
my brows furrowed,
my breathing slow.
I get a glance of you.
It scares me terribly,
to get a glance of you.
I am but the apple,
who rots below the tree.
I am back after a long hiatus.