Veronica R. Craft : Writing

Memory

Memory

A Poem by Veronica R. Craft


Whenever I see my bedside, I think about dying.
Where's My Mind?

Where's My Mind?

A Poem by Veronica R. Craft


WHERE IS MY MIND? WHERE IS MY MIND? WHERE IS MY F*****G MIND?
I no longer feel my skin shed

I no longer feel my skin shed

A Poem by Veronica R. Craft


Am I getting rid of something? or Am I losing myself? Honestly, it doesn't matter because I can't feel it anymore.