A great fatigue: this stagnant point in my poisoned body. My corpse-like face nothing to you, my love. I was surviving.
Surviving
Blackout Poetry Notes
Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
A great fatigue: this stagnant point in my poisoned body. My corpse-like face nothing to you, my love. I was surviving.