Poems from tolac96

Scars
I wake up. Stare. Burn, I scar demons into my bones, leaving my essence in the bathroom sink. Stain. Somewhere between onesies and lost...
I Used To
I used to be scared of the devil. I would hide behind psalms 23 , Matthew 5: 13, psalms 121, verses I was force fed and swallowed up as I...