· Poetry · 1 min read
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A single, aching image of neglect as a bottomless pool.
drown me
in the bottomless pool
of your neglect
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· Poetry · 1 min read
A single, aching image of neglect as a bottomless pool.
drown me
in the bottomless pool
of your neglect
A short, unsparing poem about a confession delivered too late and too honestly.
A short, dark-eyed portrait of infatuation, written in forgiveness of its own excess.
A late-winter confession carried across distance to a first love, asking if too much time has passed.
A one-line confession about tracking a crush's gains on social media.