IS IT SAD TO SAY THAT WE:
INTENTIONALLY MAKE OUR WRISTS SHED TEARS,
INTENTIONALLY DEPRIVE OUR HOMES, THAT TRY TO HEAL US, OF THEIR NUTRIENTS,
INTENTIONALLY SPREAD VIOLENT WORDS THROUGH OUR YOUNG,
INTENTIONALLY DISCOLOUR OUR [ THEIR ] LAYERS OF PROTECTION,
INTENTIONALLY SWALLOW AND WELCOME THE POISON,
INTENTIONALLY BECOME WOOZY,
INTENTIONALLY AND INCESSANTLY WANT TO LEAVE; AND THEN WE'RE STOPPED.
HELP, WE CANNOT HANDLE IT. HELP. HELP. HELP ME. HELP US.
YOU ARE READING
enough.
Poetrymay the blood i bleed for you finally be enough. slampoetry #4 - october 22
