Out to sea.
No one but me.
How do I explain
The nagging pain?
I don’t want a life jacket.
Even if you did notice.
If you didn’t notice me fall off the side,
Then how could I expect you to even try?
I don’t.
You won’t.
Out to sea.
No one but me.
How do I explain
The nagging pain?
I don’t want a life jacket.
Even if you did notice.
If you didn’t notice me fall off the side,
Then how could I expect you to even try?
I don’t.
You won’t.
writing as a way of life
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
The varied thoughts of a millennial modern linguist.
Talking about real things
Poetry and Poems
All that is me!
CRIME WRITER
Fabulously Refined/Wildy Inappropriate
A home for the stories and poems that got away.
I Kill My Own Spiders
character limited descriptions kind of give me anxiety
A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.
You’re not alone.
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