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I’d cut out my tongue and rip out my teeth

If I knew I could still be underneath

The fantasy of never-ending self-love

But every time I try to look far above

I’m haunted by thoughts of self-death

And the words are caught in my breath

I feel this love in empty places

I feel at home in empty spaces

But I want to feel everlasting love in me

I want to feel an everlasting happy

by Phantasma

Born and raised in San Diego, California, I am a creative and eccentric young woman who desires to be a writer. I am in currently studying creative writing at school and aspire to receive my masters in the future. I am two sides of one coin; I enjoy writing sensitive poetry, my own analysis on astrology and tarot and I write morbid short horror stories.

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