WELCOME

being vulnerable has always been a struggle for me, so i thought i'd show you my teeth (if you can pull hard enough)

[once everything has been revealed, you can make your own poem/poems! :-) ]

the same skull stares at me, its dead sockets gaping

i felt fresh, clean, like a warm pile of laundry waiting to be folded and put away nicely

i still feel your hands on my jaw

and with the world on the verge of ending, it doesn't look like you'll get another chance anytime soon.

they stare at you with shadows in thier eyes and only spare you a quick wave

my heart jumps a little, it's slow progress

it burns, then it softens, and when it leaves it turns to stone