Can I be blamed,
if sadness curls around me
purring
and licking its whiskers?
I don’t fucking want sadness
Though I suppose it’s good
For poets
Eat me, please
Lick my bones clean and then –
Tell me,
What messages do you find
In the teeth marks of others?
Vivian Underhill lives in the mountains of Colorado and spends most of her time outside. She’s had words knocking about in her head since she can remember, and being an introvert, the written word has always been her favorite mode of communication. She loves snow, dark coffee, and feminism. vivianunderhill.wordpress.com