Monstrously, Monotonously Vast
Title - Monstrously, Monotonously Vast Sometimes I talk to snakes,
and sometimes I think of her-
only realizing it later.
Through iron bars, the moon,
snagged in black branches. Read more from here...
I Used to be
What if I stood before her one day,
and she asked through her eyes,
what happened to you?
How would I face her?
I am not what I used to be.
I am a nobody without use, Read more from here...