I don't even really want to heal
A certain justice
Mourning every miserable morning
The cold thrill brings me closer
To my long lost friend
All in red, all in black
27 different memories all at once
Pouring through the cracks
Let me live or leave me to die
As long as the decision is yours
My past is defined
Distributed in neat plastic cases
My stories live in chains
Shrill whimpers
Bruised in brain and body
A guilt unattended-to
Electric Blankets set ablaze
Reduced to ash and thrown away
YOU ARE READING
Nothing I can do...
PoesíaThis is the collection of poetry that I've written over several months which I will be releasing in parts.
