Liz Homola:
drenched in this feeling.
Liz Homola:
untitled.
Liz Homola:
here's a poem.
Liz Homola:
thoughts of towel linen.
Liz Homola:
black birds.
Liz Homola:
every single time.
Liz Homola:
speak.
Liz Homola:
untitled.
Liz Homola:
maybe it's sad that these are just memories, maybe it's not.
Liz Homola:
one day.
Liz Homola:
what am i? what do i have?
Liz Homola:
a woman in disguise.
Liz Homola:
untitled.
Liz Homola:
nothing. nothing.
Liz Homola:
the demon inside me.
Liz Homola:
death.
Liz Homola:
believe me.
Liz Homola:
i'm losing hope.
Liz Homola:
a shitty poem about me.
Liz Homola:
screaming out.
Liz Homola:
anxiety.
Liz Homola:
she hides in the shades in between.
Liz Homola:
grey.
Liz Homola:
untitled.
Liz Homola:
slowly melting into nothing.
Liz Homola:
why are you yelling?
Liz Homola:
bleeding; outside in.
Liz Homola:
the darkest child in the darkest world.
Liz Homola:
burdens.
Liz Homola:
i am not afraid.
