11.01.16
It should be colder
But they still burn hands around my throat
10.31.16
No mere lion
I’ve been roared into wrong
unhinged from the last straw
of sanity –
like medusa
it hurts to look.
Let this not be the rock in your memory
11.01.16
It should be colder
But they still burn hands around my throat
10.31.16
No mere lion
I’ve been roared into wrong
unhinged from the last straw
of sanity –
like medusa
it hurts to look.
Let this not be the rock in your memory