the bleeding poets club poetry this pen was made to tear my throat from it’s place in my neck and put it on paper so people can read it and i will choke and this is every day for me Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
i love it… but for some reason the last ‘and’ drives me nutty…
this sounds about right. i guess i’m not alone.