absolutely
beating inside my chest
sits a heart which burns
tears will fall from my face
eventually all this will pass
meals will be spread out, scheduled
ill might fall, but this is for the best
obviously i'm going to be going through it
unless there's arms to catch me (please)
send me flying through the air without wings
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
