☀️SUNREI POETRY☀️

Long-lost lionheart, how do I forward-step when magma’s mere meters away, lava inching closer to my soles by the day? Inner roars and...

self-protection isn't protective when it's a prison... My cocoon was made of moth-wings, but after enough asteroid-hits I mistook for...

a poem about wearing myself down trying to be someone "more palatable" when I should be building myself up by simply being me Worn down...