Poetry Blogs (2020, aphorism)
All the animals I love and have forgotten have starved to death. I open the door to their room and it feels like punch of sadness in the gut.
When I slash myself to ribbons with a scalpel I don't take myself seriously. I'm just the punchline of a sick joke.
The pitch dark of depression oozes from my pores.
Kindness is priceless.
Innocence a creation of the wicked...
Thursday 13th February 2020 4:36 pm