betrayal–
it feels like
barbed
wire in my
beating
chest; and you're
yanking
it over and
over.
it feels
like i'm
swimming
and you're
pushing
my head
under-
water.
my lungs fill
with black
water and
i choke
on all of
your bland,
bitter words.
i bite my tongue
to avoid
swallowing the
toxic
waste that fills my
bruised lungs.
YOU ARE READING
plastic
Poetrymost wings are made of bones and skin and feathers, but what if mine are made of nothing but rubber and glue?
