whats left behind after the bullet goes through you?
after the knife slices through?
what's left behind when you dismember your bones?
and you stop writing your poems.
whats left behind when the cut stops bleeding,
and the clot won't form.
what's left behind when your soul is misled,
and the blood refuses to pour from an artery?
what's left behind when your bones fall to necrosis,
and theres a graze on your brain?
will you run and keep to your feet?
will you cry and beg for someone to help?
or will you lay and let it go?
you'll run to your feet,
and you'll keep going,
but what happens when the cops catch up?
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
