I can't tell her
how deep it feels right now
how that well that doesn't end
merely dissolves into starlight and ash
fractures my wrists into
a million pieces of bone
and a puddle of crimson blood
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
dark
I can't tell her
how deep it feels right now
how that well that doesn't end
merely dissolves into starlight and ash
fractures my wrists into
a million pieces of bone
and a puddle of crimson blood
