by allegraosati | | poems
i writhe in a constant state of distemper discomfort but then i press play something shifts and i breathe
by allegraosati | | poems
have you ever considered how the volcano might feel? it’s impossible to describe the way the lava bursts forth but not before bubbling burning its way up a cruel creation of itself hot tears yearn for the...
by allegraosati | | poems
i sift through the ashes of my heart my skin singed by the memory
by allegraosati | | poems
but why shouldn’t i speak as i step to the precipice and glance casually over
by allegraosati | | poems
my home smelled like a hospital the putrid clean burned my eyes when i think about who i want to be it is to be a self rewritten from a lost first draft
