c r u m b l i n g By ALICE BURKE on March 2021 i feel like i’m a spring wound too tight i’m always sprinting but never move so close to just falling to pieces Published in Literary poemPoetry ALICE BURKE More from LiteraryMore posts in Literary »honeydew & blueberriesMooneater, August 2025सर्दी (Sardee)eternityBlack Knight