The red only blooms on your skin for
A little bit
The wounds only hurt for
A little bit
The sting in your skin goes away in
A little bit
And you'll wake up tomorrow
Just a little bit
Darker
You can only feel the pain for
A little bit
The scars only stay for
A little bit
The crushing silence only lasts for
A little bit
And you'll fade away, every day
Just a little bit
Sadder
The salt stings your cheeks for
A little bit
You'll wipe them away in
A little bit
You'll soak your shirtsleeves in
A little bit
And you'll glance in the mirror, your eyes
Just a little bit
Emptier
YOU ARE READING
Words are Knives
Poetryperhaps night is dark to provide us less distraction from our nightmares. Ranking: #267 in Poetry #144 in Poetry
