I wanted you to become the rust in my chest (told in a series of haikus)
1.
Honey in my chest,
I like the way it congeals
It won’t let love in Continue reading “I wanted you to become the rust in my chest”
I wanted you to become the rust in my chest (told in a series of haikus)
1.
Honey in my chest,
I like the way it congeals
It won’t let love in Continue reading “I wanted you to become the rust in my chest”