All I've known is dysfunction. I began to bloom locked in the closet, hidden under the stairway, abandoned in pitch black rooms - so is it any wonder if my blossoms grew inverted?
Poetry – Inverted
ptsd poetry
All I've known is dysfunction. I began to bloom locked in the closet, hidden under the stairway, abandoned in pitch black rooms - so is it any wonder if my blossoms grew inverted?
