Mad | Valentina Cano
So the moonlight has made me
want to rip my teeth out.
There’s no logic to it,
no necklace of canines I’m planning on using,
but it’s there,
the need to spill blood.
Mine.
With a shove of a door,
an elastic of vowels,
I could turn this floor into
a check-board of rage.
want to rip my teeth out.
There’s no logic to it,
no necklace of canines I’m planning on using,
but it’s there,
the need to spill blood.
Mine.
With a shove of a door,
an elastic of vowels,
I could turn this floor into
a check-board of rage.