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"whore" you call me
my lips, clamped shut,
while yours continue moving.
i mean, what could i even say to that?
i've hurt you, but your words
they jab and stab at my stomach,
at my soul, at my heart.
i'm bleeding out, while your lips continue
you see me, gasping for air
holding my stomach at the knives
slicing through me
yet your lips continue.
what will you call me next?
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrythis is poems on how i feel. a lot of it deals with family, relationship and personal.
