Body, 12/12/2022
A poem
body i despise you i wish nothing more than to be free of the cold, shaky hand gripping the heart still within my chest the warm, thick blood pumping rapidly faster than the heels of the salsa dancer i watched with my father as a kid my head is snapping flipping its skirt towards the sun horrifically fluorescent beautifully scorching you're a mess.


oof this is close to home 😔