a poem by Alex Ewing She’s somewhere In between the sea and ocean Not sure of the differences Size, creature, depth? Blackness? She is… The “kinda” cute on clearance, The sky dark and gloomy underContinue reading
Tag: Beauty
Heavy Eyelids
Spending days in a daze of windowless monotony, absentmindedly existing, horizontally wondering why I can’t be wandering trying to find the words to coerce my voice to triumph above the noise within me. Beyond theContinue reading
At Least He Thinks I’m Beautiful
So this is what love feels like. Like all my skin burnt away and I am barren for you. Am I beautiful? This is what it feels like to give. Like I am walking onContinue reading
In Mourning
You were supposed to beautiful. Your hair was supposed to fade into white with age. Your smile was to be brighter than the sun to your grandsons’ and granddaughters’ faces