We're a manical laugh
and a shove away
from our graves.
Our nails smell of dirt
we tried using shovels
but I banged your head with it once
so you threw them away
and then you tried to drag me away
and I dug my nails into the earth.
I never stopped.
You never stopped.
Our graves can't get any deeper than this
baby do you feel the lava rising?
It's going to melt your bones away
once I throw you in this pit.
I'm going to watch you burn, I spit.
You grab me by my arm
and kiss my lips, tightening your grip.
Dried blood and hints of hope
that's how my lips feel.
Yours taste like metal and bullets
that saved lives.
Your eyes never stop being livid
they never leave mine.
My knucles are white
for I'm never letting go
lest I have to break your jaw again.
We're a shred of hate away
from death
We're a shred of love away
from absolution.
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Words that escaped
PoetrySometimes I think of a word and sentences follow. Poetry is emotions that escape through these words. Give these poems a read, pretty please! I write with all my soul.