an open field
grass green and many flowers
a girl lay bare
thinking of her desires
love and hate and joy and anger
feelings she suppressed left hung on a hanger
it's me, i'm the girl who doesn't want to feel
because her brain is wired to know what's real
the grass cut her finger
and grazed at her leg
tears drop from the sky
as she made her way to bed
YOU ARE READING
𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥.
Poetry𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝟏𝟏.𝟑𝟖 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭? [ mature themes, tw above each chapter if needed ] [ lowercase intended ] [ these are all made from my brain, please do not take without credit ]
