Mess (poetry)

At some point, some version of me, wanted this;
So I woke up this morning and started cleaning the mess.

Are you waking in the witching hour?
Feasting on willpower?
Secrets to devour?
Do I make you rise like a flower?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m sleepy. I love my onesie by Dolls Kill. Tis all. 😌

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