when you were in the hospital,
they gave me your purse.
i did a bad thing,
reaching my hand into the pockets to find
hidden lockets
i kept them with me,
my sister to blame.
it made me feel numb,
distant to anyone's touch.
a pain disorted into
swollen,
broken tongues.
YOU ARE READING
my broken thoughts 𐦍༘⋆
Poetryજ⁀➴ a collection of my broken thoughts i call poetry₊⊹
