I promised myself that I wouldn't go back to this street corner.
The street corner where I saw him wrap his fingers around your wrist and pull you into the car.
The street corner where I stayed silent.
I'll never know your name.
But I'll never forget the terror on your face.
It haunts me.
Or is it you that is haunting me?
(I'm not entirely sure what this one is about yikes??? It was really just word vomit!!?)
YOU ARE READING
Academy Of American Bullshit
PoetryCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
