No dreams it inspires
My bed is all wires
Covered in wool and wishes
If only walls would listen
I knew things were going left
They’re pushing me to the edges
Between the widening circle
And disappearing wedges
Where up is down
Or so he alleges
And I’m clinging to life
With stains and sledges
But underneath the bridge
His voice is clearing out the hedges
Bit by bit
Little pieces of his pledges
The default instructions prevent death
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Happy Slavery Day (we gaslight and call it independence, it’s not. It’s micromanagement, it’s a dictatorship).
Bike rides & beach content soon
I’m finally leaving the house in my swimsuit and being seen in public
So much white flesh 👀
Freckled spots. And some brown.
I’m a half-breed.
I once had angel wings.
I love you all so much
Thanks for the blogship
Is that a thang?
I just want one idea to be my own before I die
It sucks being kinda smart but not really
(thinking of you know who always)
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