[3 months after]
days after days after days
Nikki is getting worse,
Caleb is getting worse,
I'm getting worse,
the scars are still there,
new and fresh ones,
Caleb cried into my shoulders last night.
praying that Nikki would make it through the night,
she did.
and the next day,
and the next day.
the night before new years eve,
the night that Caleb decided to stay over.
the phone rang.
YOU ARE READING
scars
Poetrythey say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe when i leave scars on my skin, im not dying, maybe im going home.
