3mg ii qhs
i miss the dreams
of my teeth falling out
, of struggling to speak sprawling
across the floor on my knees,
gravity quicksand ether
at least I felt held
by something
i miss the dreams
of my teeth falling out
, of struggling to speak sprawling
across the floor on my knees,
gravity quicksand ether
at least I felt held
by something
i love how blunt this is. i think being blunt in poetry is (sometimes) better at conveying the writers genuine emotion
this poem disrupted my circadian rhythm