Your eyes swell with napalm
And your tears lash out like tantrums
And your disheveled stomach is just like your hair,
Never met a brush or care -
And who hurt you to the point that you feared your own crying,
Panicked over it seeping through the walls,
Piercing their ears till they got red hot and angry at you,
So you moved to the quietest breakdown on Earth?
YOU ARE READING
SUNSHOWERS
غير روائيA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?
