ame sentinelle, murmurons

my lame-ass poetry.
mostly I talk about the ocean and depression.
I write for myself even if it's selfish.
enjoy



Forward
Backward

nightmares of

lost dogs, lost demons
chasing me through unlit roads
streetlights bashed by sinful youth
the wind is so bitter
the moon stuck in a grimace
I am alone and weak to the asphalt