could this be the end? i feared this day for so long, and here i am, still on the edge. as if nothing ever mattered - and of course it never did. but i am obligated to believe in the imminent death penalty for promising something i knew i should've never said. and as they say: i deserve every last drop of mercury injected into my veins and the hundreds of bee stings jabbing my skin until i can finally breathe again. their noxious words and rotting smile, as though they are the cat and i'm just the silly mouse.
could this be the end?
i feared this day for so long,
but here it is, my friend.
YOU ARE READING
the war against myself
Poesíaa trash bin full of my thoughts. revised; 2018 ✓ published; 2015 ☺︎ ranking; ⌗228 in poetic (2018) ranking; #9 on raw poetry (2019)
