Cargando...

Inverted circadian rhythm

Once again I let her in my head to play, and
deprive me of my sleep.Yes more and more
I open the door for her to drive the blade in deep.
I try to make sense of what she means when she says
I’m the one that she loves. Like I don’t have a clue about
what is factual and true, there is more than one hand
that fits in her glove.A gracious host and a Facebook post,
maybe there’s something I missed. I find it hard to lay my
head on the pillow, as I wait for the plot to twist.

Otras obras de Karla Hart...



Top