She stepped on my head
her bare foot, my bare breath
against the coldness of the floor
Unable to move, unable to escape
Spitting truths at my face
but I could only perceive
the grossness of her spittle
I preferred the sweet flavor
that had the red fluid of hers.
The day was tense
A second wouldn't dare to move onto the next
I laughed
Oh, the irony!
The situation couldn't have worn the most ironic sense
She was the fragile—even more fragile than me—but it was me
who laid
Under her will
I wanted to at least
Caress the dermis of her leg
She stomped once more—too strong—on my face
In the room now layed
a broken skull, a relieved breath
It cracked easily, for her
mine was just an empty head.
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Open Mind
PoesieI've never trusted those who close their minds. Mini collection of amateur, lyrical and original poems 𝄞₊ ⊹ from a very personal point of view about life and other disasters. ........................................................... 🥇First pl...
