wretch Leave a Comment / Feature Poetry, Narcissia, Pen, Poetry / By Spirit B / May 21, 2025 i held my newbornfelt precious beat asleep on my chestcurl of head and feet an hour yesterday then time was up my heart’s gonna wretch from this vomitous cup my life is just waiting the shifter’s in parkit’s non-stop WTFthis life with a narc this is just a trickle a wittle warpath, beware the awakenedand justified empath spirit b Like this:Like Loading... Related Posts fire Echoes, Feature Poetry, Poetry / May 14, 2025 truth is balance Feature Poetry, Pen, Poetry, Proverb / May 14, 2025 relief Bees, Feature Poetry, Pen, Poetry / May 14, 2025 the rest Feature Poetry, Joy, Poetry, Proverb / May 14, 2025