If you'd cut open my chest
You'd see a void empty of an ending
You'd see darkness devoid of any light
Between your fingers you'd feel a tar-black soil, toxic to anything alive
You'd see blacks, greys, blues and reds pop out
But not a sliver of yellow
Blue blood would gush out and in the back you'll notice a shriveled, barely beating heart
With cracks over the greyed flesh
My ribs act as bars for the creatures inside
The ones with the sharp claws and darkened eyes
YOU ARE READING
~Poems~
PoetryI have always loved writing poems, so I'll post some of them here! Hope you'll like them!
