⚠️Trigger Warning for bugs, blood, and vomit⚠️
I know I shouldn't.
The words that threaten to crawl up my throat like bile,
I push them down, so they choke me, gag me.
They creep out my mouth like bugs,
cockroaches in my throat and spiders on my tongue;
beetles in my ears and scorpions around my neck.
I know I shouldn't.
The blood that coughs out of my throat,
that spills from my severed tongue,
that pools in my ears and swells my neck.
I know I shouldn't.
A massacre it is, the loss of their innocent lives.
But instead of burial, they're washed down the drain
along with dirt and grime and hate and fear,
as I clear my hands of the blood I have made
I know I shouldn't.
And yet I will
because when the world is cruel,
I will be crueler.
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Hope in the Dark
PoetryA collection of poems about experiences and thoughts I've had in the few years I've been alive. Some are recent pieces, others are from middle school. This collection is somewhat in order, and I leave in the older ones in to show other young writers...
