~ note ~

i wonder if there's pride,
i wonder, there's remorse
my heart's a burning drought,
my feet, a broken hose?
glass beneath my toenails,
are all those tears painted?
there's dust behind the veils,
or
am i just tainted?

[poetry]
a third eye aesthetic from within to within

(19/9/20~)

🏆 #2 in Poetry {26-01-2021}