This morning,
Instead of mouthwash.
She rinsed her mouth,
With something more,
out of the ordinary.
Something we know as,
Bleach.
She did not just gargle and spit,
She drank and drank,
Until the numbness was gone.
And so was she.
【b.a-】
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Poetry for the Lonely
PoetryDifferent poems I've wrote at different hard times in my life. These situations will be relatable to you if you've ever had a heartbreak or lost a best friend or just simply felt like you're losing everyone around you and don't know why.. Including...
