Looks like a figure in blue
Or black or darkness
Sticks with you like tar
Like odors with harshness
Sounds like thunders
In the night sky no stars above
Feels like knuckles in your stomach
Feels like hammers smashing your brain
A scream never released
Always deep in your throat
Words that are unwritten
Like a big cloud of smoke.
YOU ARE READING
Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Puisi"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
