To the Shadow that Watches Me Sleep, Breathes on My Neck, Lives in the Corner of My Eye – T.m. Lawson
2018-11-18
Tonight everyone forgot me: my nightshade teeth was a story brothers told themselves at 24-hour diners, guilty of loving. I smoke indigo, shaping a creature who stares at the back of my head when I try to sleep. Your constant underhiss, eyes pressed into my ear pressing for a break,Continue Reading