Rip every page out
Devour hearts whole
Let the energy flow
Into curious eyes, we drown
Every journal opened
Words erupt onto skin
Spider web hair crawls
Trickling onto bare collarbones
Sentences drawn out
Into flowers and skulls
The fresh scent of books
Ingrained into your head
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
