Poems from elizawho
I don't want to be told that I'm lucky,
that's assuming I have never lifted a hand, never tasted blood,
or was locked in a prim quaint room...
The world has a flow, you know, unseen and controlling,
and sometimes I feel like part of it. Sometimes,
most times
I want to be severed...
Do you know how that's so?
You can't reach out your hand to a person's soul. In the best world,
tangible still can't meet with intangible...