her lungs turned black
as she breathed in
the love
of the wrapped killers
and
her liver went to waste
as she got pass-out
drunk
kissing whiskey and wine
bottles
instead of him
her stomach being
wrapped in its warmth
instead of his
and she felt happy
for once
instead of him
YOU ARE READING
Deception
PoetryA collection of poems I've written over a couple of years. Hoping to be published someday. Excerpt --------- When in reality I feel everything from the death that was not mine, to the cuts I did not make. ( "Machine" )
