i doubted myself, tomorrow maybe god but god damn i'm just fine
Tag: Trauma
right after brushing my teeth
getting knocked down has become part of my mourning routine
all of yesterday
pretty sure i've never done anything & today is the first day i drew breath the night before, the night before i gathered materials for a brisket that brisk evening we took a stroll to the market to get a brisk iced tea and a cigarette all of yesterday in smoke
sleep paralysis
demons snicker in the light & curse in the dark; they've never cared for those they share beds with always so loud not one to let their partner rest
Saint's Muse 