in this,
house of memories where,
you scrawl your ghosts in the windows,
tuck your questions behind your teeth,
and you'll curl your tongue, let my name haunt
your lovely lips,
let my secrets crawl along your high-flung walls like ivy,
let me make you pliant
make you soft, with
every clutching thought,
YOU ARE READING
tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
