Poems from zztm
Itchy skin,
cicadas, buzzing lights, shivering,
waking up when the sky is cloudy,
a metal fork scratching a porcelain plate,
falling in...
There’s a tapping noise repeating like a never ending intro
And a light that I should know is only coming from my window
When my eyes are...
My parents think I’m still fucked up cuz you’re dead
My parents ask why I don’t talk to my friends about you
We are all still fucked up...
“Reality” is the thing with a sharp edge
That cuts like that of a knife
And stings the skin without the blood
And leaves –an invisible...
I’m homesick for your body like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
I can’t wait to run my fingers over you
Like a key searching for a lock on...