Mouth sewn shut
Like steel bars,
Caging in my black crows
As they flap in the small confinement
With no where to go.
A massacre ensues
Blood seeping through cracks but...
Drowning.
Throat gurgling, swallowing blood
It doesn't stop.
It will never cease.
There is no happy resolution
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The Unexpected
PoesiaA collection of poems about my life, my feelings, my thoughts, basically about me. It's the things I don't ever speak of but write down instead. Warning: some poems may trigger you so read at caution A/N: They're not the best since I just write them...
