You could feel it, how every graze made you better
The sweet taste of each crimson delight,
Trickling upon the papers beneath your very arm.
The sun did set, and you wonder why it isn't going back,
Why the moon won't shine anymore, and the stars began to collapse.
One. Two. Three. Counting within heavy breaths
As you took one more slash
You again wander,
why the pain isn't going back.
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid
PoetryOnly the stars can witness how my sanity collapse, only the oceans running waves across my flesh can watch how slowly, in certainty, how I fall apart.
