the eyes follow me
i feel every stare
like razor blades
on tender flesh
every cat whistle i ignore
feels like a betrayal
to myselfi'm fresh on the streets
and everyone sees me
as if i'm a walking neon signhow young
and tiny
and hard headed
i must seemi'm a challenge
deserted on these streetsdeep circles encase
honey brown glownew flesh prepped
for new high
YOU ARE READING
long gone (save me from this hell)
Poetryquatervois. trigger warning. highest rankings #2 in blackpoet #3 in spokenword #3 in prosepoetry seventh poetry collection (2024)