breathing
°
late
when the world
is sleeping
and un-
caring,
i cannot
help
but
wonder
if you
still
dream
of
me.
YOU ARE READING
mortals
Poetryi will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
breathing
breathing
°
late
when the world
is sleeping
and un-
caring,
i cannot
help
but
wonder
if you
still
dream
of
me.