Poems from Carolinenoell

Am I the center of the universe  or am I standing at its end am I cursed or am I the curse  what message do I send ? 
Outside your window  lies the hand that feeds you poison  now would be the reason  to bite the hand that feeds you  but you can’t know what...
He’s fucking up to prove he has a conscience went to the hardware store  next day  got himself a door built  so when fists come a knocking...
The world, a child  her mind, a chamber  for nurtouring thoughts  no creature could blame her   stained skin  with blood so pure  they...
Inner folded prematurely molded  time is tempted  to be bolded small strokes of gentle wires to the face  The frame evokes a forecful fire...