Poems from allisonvantilborgh

It’s as if each atrium of my heart has been lassoedAnd hookedTo the corners of this roomA room described as endless and beautiful and...
Dear God,   I’m in a funny spot I call it funny because I’m laughing out my mascara I know You’re here I know You can hear me breathing...
Cold showers stay still Her neck, painted on his hands He won’t ever let go

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