Blog by Hannah Frank
Did you look into my pocket
and find gold or love?
Did you look into my eyes
and see a man or a mirror
to see yourself as a thief?
My pain is not a promise to you.
I am going to hideaway.
Pacified for now, the heart of my jewels shines Opened for now, the treasure trunk dusty genie lamps heave wishes Closed for now, the door t...