Guilt hastaken overmy heart.Pumping anxietythroughmy blood.My veinsare infectedwith pain.
Is this Poetry? Yesterday I smoked poetry,I got high on the first stanzaand poetry blew my mind. Then I got thirsty, so I drank poetry,poured her into my mouth, and I swallowed poetry. When hunger came knocking, I ate poetry,grilled her until golden brown.made a sandwich taste like poetry. I took a walk on the […]