Barbed Wire Love is not supposed to feel like barbed wire, the jagged edges ripping your lungs and and love is not supposed to feel like ghosts have carved out their home in your body.
Recurrent Nightmare I see you everywhere. You’re in Night drives and Twisted sheets, Old horror films and Glitter crusted boots, Spiked hair and Succulents and Triple chocolate cake. You’re in Dial tones and Unanswered messages, Seen at 1:43 am, Purple vomit On the club floor. Broken bones and Sharp promises I know you… Continue reading Poem: Recurrent Nightmare