"The image of them is imprinted like a tattoo, Permanent and ceaseless to the brain. You can't shake off the image. It sicks like tape, Unwilling to waver away." Miniseries of poems I wrote this spring.
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 512 - Updated: 7/10/2019 - Published: 6/26/2019