Witch
It’s Real
Tulips Dancing*
The Twilight of Our Lives
Flowers
Insecurity
My insecurity has colour. It is yellow. I wipe the sides of my mouth, After the burning sensation has stopped. My breathing goes back to normal. Then out comes more. The panting begins, and I slouch to the floor, With the coldness entering me. Tears descend Burning my reddish face, Such a contrast to the […]