i'll be honest,
I refuse to love you.
my chest sits in knots
even in this revelation
the would-be butterflies remain trampled
and God knows they fly all around him
im not sure they even had the chance
to cocoon, your slime-gripped words
of small flames devoured their bloom.
No. Yes. No, im not bitter. Im selfish.
I'm greedy with want, a desire-is-me factory of production
I hold ...
Sunday 27th November 2022 4:26 pm