It didn't hurt when you began stretching my veins and dumping your desires into my bloodstream. You nailed me to the mattress and stole the color of my skin with your incredible ability to turn my blood cells into broken promises.
My goals began to leak from my fingertips and covered the floor in acid.
The concrete beneath me crumbled and I was left hanging in an empty void.
My only connection was the strings you had sewn into my shoulder blades.
YOU ARE READING
Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
