Filthy
Did You Get My Letter?
Did you get my letter? I know, it’s a strange question. But I find myself asking it over and over, especially when the rain begins to fall. Something about the rhythm of raindrops on glass makes everything feel closer—memories, regrets, even you.
By Kevin Hudson11 months ago in Poets
Omer 22 - 22 piercings. Content Warning.
Relegated to la belle juive. Relegated to a crying villain; claims of crocodile tears. Relegated to something not human without say, without thought, without care. I remain the caricature. I remain fiction. No control allotted or allowed. I am the one who haunts them, nonetheless.
By Chaia Levi11 months ago in Poets
