Warmth will spread down your chin, oozing from your pink, parted lips.
White lines will call out to you and soon your face will be numb.
But don't tell me that you feel it, I know you'll be lying darling.
I know that if you dare utter another word that I'll surely scream.
You didn't even flinch when they placed you in that bathtub, filled to the brim with ice water.
I suppose you should have the right to know that this message is subliminally tainting whats left of your soul.
YOU ARE READING
Academy Of American Bullshit
شِعرCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
