Poems from Shirmina16
I used to pray for a faith that wouldn't prove facade a savior that thought me as something sacred enough to not be scarredI prayed hard....
im familiar with burning
my mother is a smoking confessional
who has swallowed a shipload of sins
her lungs are gas chambers
she smokes...
I am four wallsI am brickI am stoneI am brokeI make brokenI am the "un fun" in unfunded I'm not prisonbut yet I amI sentence 12 year death...