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...