Published iniPoetryWhen I’m GoneWhen I’m dead, What will you sell first? My glittery pink boots? or my favourite pillow? My collection of baking utensils? Or my best…Nov 2Nov 2
Published iniPoetryPinch me…Pinch me. I’m in a dream that feels like a thousand soft kisses all over my skin in the same breath. Your gaze melts me, Those dark…Sep 4Sep 4
Published iniPoetryConfused by YouThere is light and darkness in her, An eeriness that cannot quite be described. She’s a barrage of juxtapositions and contradictions…Aug 8Aug 8
Published iniPoetryIsn’t Youth a beautiful thing?Youth is a beautiful thing. The insouciance of time and place, The freedom of the body, The clear headspace. The real shine of one’s skin…Jul 9Jul 9
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