i was awakened by the noise of silence.
everyone’s shouting but no one
really speaks.
hatred is pointed against each other,
and any time now the bullets will be
unleashed and pass through the flesh
as soon as the trigger is pulled.
but no one’s really brave enough
to see a dead body in front of them.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
