I’ve Lost My Head and Gained Sight
he thought the head he gave
would have me razzle-dazzled
like the others
he thought the head he gave
would make my mind frazzled
when he ghosted
he thought the head he gave
would be all he needed to kill
my spirit one day
let’s hope someone comes
and changes that bulb of his,
that dull, dull light
Horror Sleaze Trash 
Reblogged this on Writing in Blood and commented:
There’s music to the edge of this sword. A fantastic poet, find her chapbooks Etsy, and of course, her poetry on HSTQ.
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