Poetry: Who I Know Myself to Be
vormaen
December 9, 2019
I am a dark cloud looking to unburden the weight of my tears amongst the whole of society, in a desperate attempt to wash away the vices that burden the whole.
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Poetry: Arson Season
avouleance
August 19, 2019
It hurts to hold this hissing light.
Sears the skin.
Leaves ugly scars.
Where it tears with acrid claws.
How to Change the World When You’re Tragically Flawed
Terra Vance
April 11, 2019
If you want to change the world, then bring your red eyes and broken hearts here.
