Poems from Randigus
Her body is a canvas,
new and bright,
a work of art, truly,
she painted flowers along her build, working carefully,...
I can see dead eyes stare back at me
In the hallways of Hell
Skin and bone and exhaustion
Hidden behind eyeliner and lipstick,
Hunger...
It’s a sad realization,
when the people you love...
The people you hold close and dear to your heart,
don’t have your back.
When they...
He liked it,
The feeling he got when he put on the dress from his mother’s belongings.
It fit him just right,
And he felt at peace.
...
The important thing is that it shouldn’t hurt.
That I shouldn’t be offended or upset.
That I should pretend that the words didn’t...