Poetry.
Get On or Get Out
I'm a run on sentence or two.
What she did for glue and cocaine
Oh it's cloudy outside
Letters under bedframes
Rachael
Murder on your car's hands.
No Time for tomorrow.
I was made like this.
I can't look at my reflection.
And an author she be
Oxygen please?
7 layers deep
Fish hook
This isn't about suicide.