come to me

come to me

come to me and I will show you the war torn echoes of my heart my house is a wasteland of pieces leftover from fires meant to refine me nothing is tidy I left that behind a thousand years ago there is still dust hiding in the corners and crusted over dishes in the...
hollow bone

hollow bone

I think it’s time I just come out with it. I’ve been dancing around the subject, at least I have in my own mind, in order to make sure people are comfortable with me. To make sure this wasn’t a crazy phase. To make sure I stayed accessible. But...