Poems from ledrakezho

 How do I reconcile self loathing with the dreams I still have? I’m utterly terrified of my minds mangled mess,Two living shadows in my...
There's a pressure in my lower stomach, as sickness of aching and swelling, A wish for something, An errant whim against reality,   It is...
There were dolphins on the ceiling, their grey bodies in greenish waters, dancing through shadows cast by artificial moonlight   I pretend...
Looking down, curling broken feet, through the pungent odour of burnt cotton, My clothes are burned, flesh cavernous and scarred, fibers...
In the early hours, Morning of a late summer day, The fog hung softly in yellow light, A moist dew hung on the window sill, white chipping...

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