You shoot me with words
Aiming at my insecurities
You rub salt and alcohol
Onto my fresh wounds
Darling, the pain tastes like hot liquor
The blood drips on the already wet floor
Blending into the ice cold, dirty water
I can feel death beneath the soles of my feet
I curl my fist,
Bury my nails underneath my satin skin
I scream
You shoot more bullets
Foreseeing my suffering
I fall down onto the pavement
Darling
You hit my Achilles' heel
YOU ARE READING
pieces of me ; a collection of poetry
PoetryA fraction of what goes on in my mind and my heart- they're written inside. - please do not steal my thoughts and my feelings btw the first few parts aren't the best of my works :')
