cacophony
it used to be
the screaming
and the shouting.
the shattering of glasses
clashing
in the background.
cracking my eardrums.
now it's the things
i see in the mirror.
it's a smattering of sight.
am i pretty? "no."
no.
no.
no.
the pain is a drug,
and i'm addicted.
why can i not control this sickly sweet cacophony?
YOU ARE READING
all the pretty girls
Poetrymaybe the stars will remember us POETRY KILLERQU33NS- 2021
