Last night
I turned into a monster
My god..she was …. nefarious
Wicked
She could not feel pain
The Pain she was certain to feel was inevitable
Her red monster made her loose control
Her hands trembled
Tears seeped through her eyes red to the brim
she had no control
I’ve completely lost it
YOU ARE READING
And in that Moment I swear we were infinite
PoetryPoems from a teenage mindâœÂ☯
