what have we done to each other?
sitting in the mouldy, dark room
our bones crumbling
under the weight of all this.
who could blame them?
I am terrified of looking at you
admitting we ruined it,
and when I finally gather the courage
I watch you, ghoul, sitting next to me
I catch you looking into my eyes
I shatter.
YOU ARE READING
poems for the hunted
Poetry// the poems I write to prevent my soul from caving in // language: English
