I see clearly. My 20/20
is on point. No, really
Category Archive: Poem
She’s happy on her island.
Broken, worn-down, damaged:
We live in a space station.
Callaced and rough, tough
skin cuts when touched.
I see clearly. My 20/20
is on point. No, really
She’s happy on her island.
Broken, worn-down, damaged:
We live in a space station.
Callaced and rough, tough
skin cuts when touched.
