I must warn you.
If you try to break me,
my pin prick edges
will cut you.
I'm not lying when
I say this, but I will
watch your blood curl
around fingers,
drip down my wrist
and I won't try to save you.
YOU ARE READING
Dear: Hell
PoetryThe elevator broke now death played with you all night. - Hell's Deal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sometimes monsters are real, sometimes Hell is fictional, but both have impacted many lives. So, take seat with some coffee and enjoy this poetry collection.
