It radiants off your skin,
devilish, outrageous soul
you made me
realize what hell was
evergone from that poor soul
tipsy tiaras and sparkly lip gloss
sweat rips me up,
cracks found in my skin
radiants off of me to you
like some cursed disease
under that crackled cured smile of
yours
Is a legend to never be told
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
