Poems from PanDemiC
I have found that my body is not my own
My words have been written into the creases that line
The rolls of fat
The dazzle of skin
I do not...
I’ve been told my voice is ink, seeping into pages,
Destroying careless thoughts, tattooing idealistic
Believers into the margins.
I’ve...
They told me that every scar on my body
Was just another moment that I survived.
That every stretched valley was a sign of
The struggles...
When the faded black ink stamped across the rotten wood,
pulled across endless symphonies and clockwork thoughts,
and strove to find it’s...
Chapped knuckles tear
Across broken teeth,
Shattered when she smiled too hard.
Maybe if she’d thrown her cares away,
She would’ve been...