you remind me of spring
of life,
of a mother's womb being emptied only to your screaming
but it's okay, you're alive
you're healthy
of course, the doctors never took into account that you may very well be...
catostrophic
breaking hearts, and slashing wrists of your own like they belonged to the man who took your innocence
i found you in a bathtub, close to the brim with bloody water
i could turn this into some ironic metaphor, but i am too busy calling 911
YOU ARE READING
story ideas and poems
Randomjust a whole bunch of story ideas i will probably never go through with maybe a few short stories or poems really just a place for me to write random things down //lower case intended
