A/N: I'm not sure if the title is showing up as what I set it to. But the title is supposed to be "Recoil"
In the pit of my stomach
There is a loose knot
Until it's pulled tight
And it hurts
The recoil from being pulled so quickly
Can be felt is my chest and head
It feels like there's little wasps stinging my heart
And my brain is drowning in the ocean
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
