Rip,
shred,
pull,
burn,
dent,
cut,
snap,
finally destroying,
this stupid,
fucking,
bitch ass,
shitty,
son of a gun pair of headphones.
Finally letting them go,
after what seems like decades,
of dealing with THIS.
I even got a new pair.
Why hadn't I destroyed these ones until now???
There's blue tape everywhere.
Tape that has been holding this together for so long.
So much tape it's stacking up in layers.
It's on the floor,
the walls,
my body.
And so is my blood.
Or,
at least I wish it was too.
It's still not doing anything though.
Still not helping.
I'm still mute.
YOU ARE READING
maerdyad
PoetryI don't know, I just need to write stuff right now. When you thought you found the one, after all this time, after all the poeple that left, and it turns out, she loves someone else. For when the rain comes, and the hail, and all hell is unleashed, ...
