FIFTY-FIVE
my own personal hell
The door between us has inched closed
after so many months of the sun laying silent.
A stranger laying at my fingertips
that have yet to thaw from December's cold.
A voice that has drifted to the back of my mind,
under lock and key.
I am only used to keep the other
side of the sheet without draft.
― Hell.
On a scale of one to ten, how important is social media to you?
𐎀 I would say seven. I use social media as a way to share my passion, make friends, & promote my works. It's my main focal point when selling my book. At the same time, though, I don't necessarily need it in order to still share & sell my work.
May
ESTÁ A LER
𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺
PoesiaMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
