Bryan Christie: Every Angel is Terror (2014)
looking through old text posts to find old poetry while I try to break out of writers block n my god was that bitch (me, not a bitch) soooo sad
We all know how it goes
The more it hurts, the less it shows
But I still feel like they all know
And that’s why I could never go back home
Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain @mothercain