POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 12

Over and Over I sit disassociated and numb Between a sleeping cocker spaniel and the noise of the street I’ve been crying all day and every time I feel like I’ve gotten some sort of closure only to be pulled back to April over and over. They tell me how well I’ve done. That April’sContinue reading “POETRY [UNTITLED SERIES] – 12”