The flavors
are like
a rainbow of flavors
But you
make gum
horrible
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
And blow.
smack.
smack.
"You pop that gum one more time."
Smack.
Blow.
Pop!
I grabbed
the closet thing
I grabbed the
neck
and
Smashed
Your
Head
Like a baseball.
Blood and glass
hit the floor
I hit a
home run.
YOU ARE READING
clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
