stop.
stop right there.
let's get back to the small talks,
where my expertise lie.
stop.
shut up.
don't ask too many questions,
it will only burn your tongue.
stop. close your eyes
and turn away
that's better than seeing the shadows and thorns
and hope you'll stay
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
