It's a buzzing feeling from when
your fingers start to shake,
and your breath starts to hitch,
and every now and then
you've forgotten how to breathe;
from when you doodled all the ways
you could have further sank the blade,
and you smother your hot tears
all over it.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Thơ ca"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
