March 17th, 2021
I would have given anything to have sunken through my bed and into the box springs, where the wires could hug my skin tight enough to bleed, where I couldn't move. If I were there, I couldn't hurt you. You would look for me every where, but you'd never find me. I don't want you to find me some days. Those days, the sky catches me and fills me with jealousy-why wasn't I made a bird? Why am I the one grounded and feeling inside out? I fall back onto the grass, and the thoughts begin again. I would give anything to sink through the grass and into the dirt, where I can slowly be eaten for my faults of the heart.
R.K.
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Holeheart
PoetryI am the forgiver. I am the destroyer. I'm not at fault, but I deserve to be. Poetry and Prose Volume V 2021 DISCONTINUED
