Morgan Makes

original collage 2024 “am I allowed to be happy?”

It’s hard Because it’s not.

Star in Pterodactyl outfit. Star loves dinosaurs and I will fight anyone who says otherwise

She cried because she realized I was recovering. I cried with joy because I was recovering from her.

Today, I gave blood I remembered last night. When I wanted myself in the mud. But today I have the chance to save a life I could have spilled my giving, But I didn’t, I’m still living

But I see a lethal flaw in my writing. Because when I can’t create the end is so enticing.

She stopped talking to me seamlessly. I wondered who else could.

Their words repeatedly rung, And the danger hung. The scars stung, Just when I thought healing begun. Again, I had to run.

six word story

She is the moment when the warm water hits the front of your body, but you didn't realize you were cold. The relief is so intense you could cry.

My art is the only thing that's mine, Even then only some of the time.

You're making my art ruins and declaring it a critique.

a lil doodle of @poeticsuggestion I hope you enjoy!

I looked at the moon. I wept for the noon. Where I saw you hurt But soon we will recede from earth and into the sea And your eyes will peer into me.