littlemisscloud writes

Potter's Field

for the way 

our souls could desecrate 

such perfect little notion

 over one's dratted, unwelcoming negative self-talk

 we plant in our hearts

 and how sharply they could slice through us 

like a hot butter knife 

I can no longer tell them how beautifully hollow 

that it just is 

we just gotta fire in some motivation, 

sweat some damned bullets out 

against those vitriolic attacks 

and 

simply dance away by their graveyards

 -a.