She emptied me.
Took a spoon to my stomach;
carved me out like a pumpkin,
then left.
I waited and wondered
when she come back
would she noticed
how insides bellowed
and a thin layer of mold
covered scrap marks.
Or after she saw the mess,
would leave again.
YOU ARE READING
Dear: Hell
ПоэзияThe elevator broke now death played with you all night. - Hell's Deal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sometimes monsters are real, sometimes Hell is fictional, but both have impacted many lives. So, take seat with some coffee and enjoy this poetry collection.
