Corset Blues


I write poetry, stories, madness. I transcribe my life into words. Beauty can be found anywhere and I guess I'm here chasing after my muse. Yet again. To contact:

I haven’t slept in 36 hours. I have tried. I don’t know if it is the heat or something else but I can’t close my eyes and slip into oblivion. I wonder how long it will last. This continued waking.