Soft thunder fills the porcelain bed,
Serenading my ritual cleanse;
I remove my armour
Piece by piece –
And upon the waves
I rest my head.
Lillith May ©2021

Lillith May ©2020
Just a whole lot of art and poetry really
Soft thunder fills the porcelain bed,
Serenading my ritual cleanse;
I remove my armour
Piece by piece –
And upon the waves
I rest my head.
Lillith May ©2021

Lillith May ©2020
22 year old mess of an existence View more posts