tiny paper teeth
it’s raining our future your hope is my ash from ink bottle clouds til i’m drowning in wax put a flame to my face forming cinders from flesh only my bones and my sadness are left i need a change of scenery: http://blog.casualpoet.com/

it’s raining our future
your hope is my ash
from ink bottle clouds
til i’m drowning in wax
put a flame to my face
forming cinders from flesh
only my bones
and my sadness are left

i need a change of scenery: http://blog.casualpoet.com/

Posted 2 years ago