Fin Buckley Writing

I enjoy Self-destructive poetry About love. The way people’s Bones break, Skin rots, And eyes melt Because someone in their..

I am one of those creatures.

I'll set them free.

What a sight to behold.

Is that really so bad?

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A little over a handful of them.

The ocean is just very, very deep.

Don't worry, I will grow back.

What would yours be?

You will find your shoes terribly dirty in the end. You will find yourself alone.