I sneezed my soul out
oops, where can I buy another?
Maybe the witch knows?
"Miss, I somehow lost my soul."
She hesitated
"Your shell's always been empty."
Then why does it hurt?
YOU ARE READING
The Great Escape From Myself
PoetryI play with words and put them together to express things that I would rather not think about
Feelings are a myth
I sneezed my soul out
oops, where can I buy another?
Maybe the witch knows?
"Miss, I somehow lost my soul."
She hesitated
"Your shell's always been empty."
Then why does it hurt?
