I'll tell you something.
Something scarier than the way
how people hurl sharpened
knife at your pale skin.
When the people you expect
to act like an armor
to defend you
from those filthy mouth
act like they couldn't hear
your screams,
dear, it's scarier.
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
