Kat Beeton
I don’t want romance and roses dead things, cut down to wither presented in a mausoleum of emotion words placed neatly with no centre suspended but never present I don’t need a life that burns just for me or eyes that fix on my shadow and never leave I want a mind that returns to the spaces I inhabit that would walk in the shape I leave behind just to feel where my steps had been I want to be uncaged and dancing free I want someone to rage with me against the dying of the light
