-poetry-

spoken

--more of a spoken word poem, almost like a slam poem.. trigger warning for those who need it--

        A sickening feeling inside my brain, dragging me down, I'm her's to claim, my wrist starts shouting and my left hand is screaming and my brain is telling me to leave. Such an innocent word that is. Yet it escalates into something worse, my mind is still screeching, my body is submerged into numbness, and a paper bag is then placed over my eyes, and there is a twisted smile across my face. Because the wrist is smiling too, half moons turn into full moons, and suddenly my arm is not visible anymore. The smile remains,but don't feel disdained. They only stay for two more days . The people ask me why, and i almost cry, but I cannot be weak because she will return, but she already has, and now my moons are back.