nothing
it seems
will fill the gaping hole
of my soul.
you mistaken pain
grief
loneliness
you mistaken the rupturing of
my self
as easy fucking access to the
shell i leave behind.
– go fuck yourself, mate.
book reviewer. writer. phd student.
nothing
it seems
will fill the gaping hole
of my soul.
you mistaken pain
grief
loneliness
you mistaken the rupturing of
my self
as easy fucking access to the
shell i leave behind.
– go fuck yourself, mate.