Poetry: Ambiguity of Anguish
I’m being crushed by the world. Cold, Ambivalent to only those who don’t look back. Sharks. I bite my sore, gritted teeth, Jaw bruised blue from the anguish. Taught pressure […]
I’m being crushed by the world. Cold, Ambivalent to only those who don’t look back. Sharks. I bite my sore, gritted teeth, Jaw bruised blue from the anguish. Taught pressure […]