Named after the moon, ever changing Layered like an onion, which I hate Afraid of the freest and most beautiful live things to fly the Earth Walking metamorphosis, I am, yet there’s no relief Breaking out of my mind would be suicidal The paths I walk through my brain keep it in place Caressing every … Continue reading Autobiopsy
You sound like the softest velvet plum Vinegary As in I crave the tanginess between my lips. If people have a taste you’re red wine Crisp and all-encompassing Paired well with my all my sides.
To feel things so deeply I wonder if everyone else is blind when they don't see all the magic
Never again an intangible whisper in the dusk, or on the breeze of night