SIXTEEN IS TANGLED RIBS / AND BLOODSHOT EYES / AND SAFETY PINNING YOUR EYELIDS TO YOUR FOREHEAD / SIXTEEN STRIDES BY AT BREAKNECK PACE / DON'T BLINK / OR YOU'LL MISS IT / SIXTEEN IS CULTIVATING VIOLENCE ON YOUR TONGUE / AND SPITTING VITRIOL AT PASSERSBY / SIXTEEN IS A HURRICANE IN YOUR CHEST CAVITY / SIXTEEN IS GOD HIMSELF / TREMBLING AT YOUR FEET / SIXTEEN IS THUNDER AND LIGHTNING / BUT NEVER RAIN / SIXTEEN IS WHEN GIRLS LIKE US BECOME INCONVENIENCE PERSONIFIED / SIXTEEN IS FUCKING BRUTAL / I DON'T THINK I'M READY / BUT HOW DO YOU PREPARE / FOR CAR CRASHES IN YOUR PSYCHE / AND SHOTGUNS IN YOUR PALMS? / CAN YOU? / I THINK SIXTEEN / MAY BE THE END OF ME
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SIXTEEN
Poetrya collection of my original poetry- mostly about girls, god, and other things i'm afraid of. read at your own risk. [lowercase intentional]
