Insomnia: A Poemy Thing by Lynsey G
Insomnia It is difficult to hold anything when your bones are made of chalk, when each footstep upstairs jangles like a trumpet blast. Alone in the living room, I lengthen
Conflicted Exxistence
Conflicted Exxistence
Insomnia It is difficult to hold anything when your bones are made of chalk, when each footstep upstairs jangles like a trumpet blast. Alone in the living room, I lengthen