"I don't know what you want me to say"
my skin burns and bubbles until melts off
my muscles peel from artery and vein and capillary as they untangle and snap
my bones break, collapse, jut out of my flesh, disintegrate to dust
tears are squeezed from my bulged out eyes like I'm an old rag being wrung
my heart, now gouged from chest, from my melted skin, my peeled muscle and snapped vessels, from my broken ribs, my powdered bone, from my salty tears, still beats as I try to force it into your hands, my blood smearing over your palms.
and still, you repeat
"I don't know what you want me to say"
YOU ARE READING
Vermillion, Scarlet, Merlot.
Poesiamaybe the dandelions would then grow all the colours of red you made me feel ___________________________________ love comes in so many shades, and when I try to paint them, all I have is words. A collection of poetry, short stories and more explori...
