The curve of my spine is a crescent moon I grew bent into the ground Rooted I grew up and came down, relentlessly Insecurity grew on my shoulders like fungi A visible hunch, like a hill in an old familiar place Nostalgic A memory people would revisit from time To time Don’t mistake my form […]More
Voracious reader. Aspiring writer. Fan of weird and literary fiction. Also into some mystical Mumbo-Jumbo and other philosophical nonsense. Also, I have previously published short stories and poems around the internet. Thank you for visiting, and I'll be posting new material as often as possible. Like and/or follow this blog and follow me on other social medias. Please message me at firstname.lastname@example.org Thanks!