Emanuela R. Simoneac

The devil couldn’t reach me so he blamed my mother and sent her to Heaven instead. The devil couldn’t reach me so he unleashed Hell where I was supposed to feel safe instead. The devil

At the core of each endlessly loud universe, there is a lawless gathering Compounded of your doleful angels screaming and my vexed demons crying As the universe comes mute, for in that silence

I look your way with an ethereal fond gaze Like you're the only one I have ever seen I soulfully press my lips onto your forehead Like you're the only one I have ever touched For you're the only

As I stand By your grave, and weep. I feel you there, I see you sleep— You are the memory of your room You are the flowers yet to bloom You are the music in my

The things I want to tell you, Lay deep beneath my skin Now they're trying to crawl, And eat me from within They want to see the surface, They want to get to me They want to hold me