I have a poem stuck inside of me.
A poem taking up space, like a black hole, swallowing everything in its path. I want to pull it out of me, limb by limb. I bet it looks just like you.
I have a poem stuck inside of me.
A poem taking up space, like a black hole, swallowing everything in its path. I want to pull it out of me, limb by limb. I bet it looks just like you.