this sliced feeling of pain
that caused deep wounds in every part of me
was the first fall of rain—
unpredictable and full of uncertainty
yet continuously pouring down slowly
until it filled the land and sea.
stabs in the chest
shooting daggers into my flesh,
words echoing in the subways of my head
monsters occurring from under my bed
shadows emerging from the dark
they start whispering and made their mark.
ghosts still haunting
in the sloppy hills of my thoughts, they're staying.
these villains seem to like living
inside my head
no matter how i try
to shush them dead.
sometimes these monsters
plaster a smile on their faces
most of the time i don't know
which is worse in these cases.
funny how i still manage to walk on thin ice
despite the droplets of blood and vice.
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
