Your body is
racking with sobs
that echo
guilt and grief.
And still you say:
"An aching chest
is better
than an empty one."
YOU ARE READING
The Aftertaste
PoetryThese are just a bunch of shitty poems (at least I think they're poems) don't even waste your time
Hundred and Thirty Three
Your body is
racking with sobs
that echo
guilt and grief.
And still you say:
"An aching chest
is better
than an empty one."
