Poems from The Frozen Arsonist
I wanted you to know that I think of you when I carve into my flesh.
I wanted you to know that come up with plans to kill you.
I wanted you...
I try to catch fireflies in summer, keep them in a jar.
Watch them lighting up.
When I miss, it's always a big bummer.
Firefly-catching is...
Black is the color of death.
Black is screwing up.
Black is your last breath.
Black is not giving a fuck.
Black is a deadly disease.
Black...
The tunnel is dark and long
and the light at the end
is most likely a train.
the movement around me
is nothing but the scattering
of my...
April twenty-seventh was the day my grandma died.
April twenty-seventh is when nature was defied.
April twenty-seventh, when my mom was...